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It’s hard to think we would miss Rock Pigeons if they were gone. Their unremarkable personalities and understated plumage camouflaged in the dusty concrete tones of the city. Walking under the CN overpass on Argyll, carcasses are scattered in all stages of decomposition - externalities of our urban agenda. But looking up, females are warming eggs on cold concrete ledges. Males hover in air currents above. A train passes, dozens take flight and their bodies silhouette against the afternoon sky. As they turn in unison, light catches and highlights their undersides. The pollution fades, the traffic quiets and the colour of the city changes.
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4 comments:
Very cool James. :)
What a picture! Dynamic and for some reason - unsettling. Maybe because of the commentary.
dj
Loved the picture. Makes you think of rock doves in a whole new light.
l
wow, that's a great pic. and I love all the descriptive words. Very cool.
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