I’m pleased with these; some of them have an eerie feel.
I think those are crows, though I still can’t tell the difference between a raven a and a crow.
This is one of my favourite pictures. I took it last year–once again, from my window.
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrowFrom my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—Nameless here for evermore.