I see this rare leucistic Red-Tail Hawk, almost completely white except for a few colored feathers, at the cornfield’s edge, its temporary home away from deep snow and low food supplies. A white Red-Tail has an advantage in catching prey when the ground is covered with snow. But it’s often besieged by harassing hordes of relentless ravens. It holds its own for the most part, despite the disparity in numbers. I’ve yet to see any other Red-Tails enter the fray to come to this beleaguered hawk’s assistance.
Once more into the Fray…
Into the last good fight I’ll ever know.
Live and Die on this day…
Live and die on this day…
Have you seen the 2011 Liam Neeson flick, The Grey? This poem doesn’t just end the movie but provides the frame for the entire narrative.
Surrounded by bones, standing in the falling snow, and ringed by the wolf pack for his final stand, Neeson (looking rather hawkish) flashes back to his dad’s den where the poem hangs on the wall.
One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.”
― Bob Marley
These days, Patty and I are deep into Vivaldi’s Sonates Originales for Violincello et Piano, No. III to be precise. It’s the French edition, No.5082, printed in Paris and exhumed from Patty’s archive of grade school sheet music.
When we practice, Patty’s cello creates a melody that is ethereal. My piano part provides contrapuntal texture. We’ll be at these largos and allegros until they’re
Vivaldi is so this season.
The man is immortal.
And, for the traditionalists among us ….
The Bright Angel Trail in the Grand Canyon is, well, beauty on a binge. Coming up is boot-in-the-face intense. Everything is dwarfed by this mighty hole.
Meet A7, the official greeter at trail’s end. She’s a four year old rascal closely monitored by rangers.
See other interpretations of zigzag here.
They’re exclamation-point exceptional.