There are times in all of our lives that require more than a little pondering and perspective.  I suspect this week was one of those for many Americans and others across the globe.  Thousands upon thousands of photographs and videos were shot during the storming of the Capitol, arrests have been made, soul searching is happening on many levels, and there are calls for accountability.  There is little I can personally do at this point, other than support the country in any way possible, and continue to show the importance of art and education, and the planet on which we live.  It is the least I can do, and go back to nature in this week's blog.

A stray feather - perhaps from an owl or a hawk - appeared in a pile of leaves several weeks ago.  I would look at it on the way out to watering plants or hanging laundry.  It was a beauty.  Simple grey/brown and white stripes, with wonderful edges.  It kept calling and when that happens, photography happens.  Here it is on sandstone dusted with snow.

On the water's edge...

...and on ice

Here are two shots that reveal the feather's design.

Now it shows off the skill of a Zimbabwean basket maker.

Thanks to Barbara F. R., Dave O., Char, Terry T., Jean and Sam, Lisa, Earle, Wayne, Christina, Dianne, and Steve for your beautifully crafted and thoughtful comments on last week's blog.  

until next Monday,

DB

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