ENCHANTED FOREST OF VULTURES

On a dark and stormy winter's eve, a lamp glows in the sacred trees.

Circling silence in the quiet of night. Stillness with no sound of flight.

Entering into their final hours with solemn silent wings...

The wind turns and feathers rest on the breast...

Of the secret song they sing.





Poem and photography by Janette
These photos taken at Eagle Mountain Lake. Hundreds of black vultures nest in this region and on magical nights such as this, we have the privilege of watching and listening to their evensong.

I'm finally Flickring!

I'm finally a member of Flickr! It's quite fun posting and seeing all the other photos. I have a mix of art and photos. I have a link on the right side so click away. Most of the photos are my animals, but I will be expanding each week with art and photos! Now, all I need are followers! It's getting lonely out here! Let me know you care!>!>!

art by Janette