D. (dalaruan) wrote,

badly she missed the King of the Crows

The albums on my mother's shelves are full of family photographs. But also other things. A starling with a crooked beak. A day of hoarfrost and smoke. A cherry tree thick with blossom. Thunderclouds, lightning strikes, comets and eclipses: celestial events terrifying in their blind distances but reassuring you, too, that the world is for ever, though you are only a blink in its course.
Helen Macdonald,
H is for Hawk

my father with one of his homers

My love for birds, for air and the infinity of the sky I inherited from you.
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