Articles tagged with: Sparrow
Feeling rather lightheaded and footloose watching this snowy songbird
making his rounds in a cold, still world.
Traffic cop or air-traffic controller?
A helpful songbird knows the direction home.
Do you?
An aerial show-off, a little bit freer than an earthbound observer.
Leapfrog isn’t just for amphibians, songbirds can play too. The whole backyard is an aerial playground.
A minor tiff overheard in a backyard:
“When you’re slapped, you’ll take it and like it.”
Well, I might have gotten the translation wrong. What’s your translation?
This image also appears in my book, Aerial Acrobats.
Two songbirds leave a trace of wind as a record of their momentary mid-flight encounter.
A pair of songbirds leap and tumble in the late afternoon sunlight, chasing each other and showing off to a hidden observer.
The rain was so hard last night I feared many flowers would be gone, but no, most survived.
The small yellow blooms behind this twisting songbird will not last long, but for now they brighten the backyard.
All night the sound had
come back again,
and again falls
this quiet, persistent rain.
– Robert Creeley
A late-afternoon songbird, lit up and glowing like a low-flying feathered ball of flame.
JG Ballard, one of the world’s great writers, and my personal favorite, has died aged 78 after a long illness.
David Pringle put it well: I feel so bereft at the news of JGB’s death. It’s almost as if he had invented the modern world. How can things go on without his imagination to sustain them? Why hasn’t the world winked out of existence, without him to sardonically observe it?
Michael Moorcock wrote: “He remains a seminally controversial writer hugely admired by the likes of Martin Amis, Salman Rushdie, Fay Weldon, Angela Carter, Iain Sinclair and most of the best science fiction writers. . . . Combining the creative insight and originality of a modern William Blake, Ballard is our greatest living visionary writer.”
The rain-soaked songbird below seems to echo Ballard’s 1961 story, “Storm-Bird, Storm-Dreamer”, an early version of his first novel, “The Wind from Nowhere”.
The water stands higher than anytime I can remember in our backyard, birds are having a hard time feeding since yesterday.
Below, a soaked sparrow hovers in a light rain.
