Me: Here are more of the photos from Florida and Louisana Susan shot on her trip there.
The film that was fogged by airport X-ray scanners.
Film I scanned instead of enlarging.
I'm choosing again to share the images as they appeared with the default scan settings; I find the rosy tone appealing and also very characteristic of Susan.
For some reason, when I saw these images I thought of the Swainson's Thrush. This is a bird I've never seen in person, although I hear it in the forest when I am hiking.
It has the resonance and breathiness of a wooden flute, usually beginning mid-range with a single note held a few breaths, followed by some experimental trilling. Then the song takes off, trilling mordents on a rising scale finally reaching a few exhuberent finish notes, sometimes followed by a self-satisfied whirring.
This song always intrigues me with its hollow notes that have so much timber and airflow. I hear the notes just long enough to be intrigued by them, then I am taken away as the mordents float up and up into the trees.
You can hear a Swainson's Thrush here: at the MacCaulay Library of the Cornell Institute of Ornithology.
That's my metaphor for today's images. Beauty can be shared and experienced in many different ways. I don't have to see it to enjoy it, or I might even see something different than you do.
But we both share in the enjoyment.
Cheers! More photos to come soon.
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