February 25, 2011 Leave a comment
I was driving home at night and spotted an owl flying across the field to my left. I slowed the car thinking it might fly in front of me and on in to another field but it hit the car roof with a soft thud. I don’t know why it didn’t see me, I had my headlights on and after all, owls can see at night can’t they? I hope it lived but I will never know. This photomontage is for the owl.
Footnote: According to John Ruskin, the English art critic, a ruined windmill in a picture aesthetically connotes suffering