an assortment of favorites

I was standing by a campfire with my lover and heard a bird's cry. I had learned the call of the black woodpecker earlier in the summer so I knew to expect it. It flew right over us. Such a magnificent and ominous bird, she has something to do with Satan for sure.

I was preparing some shibari ropes near the edge of a high cliff and caught a glimpse of brown-and-white dotted wings from above. So soft and quiet.