Make this Your New Print Today
I arrived at this lake, early on a chilly morning. No one could be found. It was hauntingly quiet. I saw only a single Raven glide by yielding its typical raspy caw or croak and some refer to it. Looking for its first carrion morsel no doubt. It landed on the old green tin roof of the small dock. By the time I had sat up my Canon and then Manfrotto tripod, I spotted a second one and it had taken up its perch hoping a second pair of eyes might spot a floating fish to grab for itself, unlikely planning to share with its competitor.
Or perhaps you see this as a very quiet and pleasant foggy morning. Your choice
