A storm seemed imminent with darkening clouds and some distant thunder so I was headed back to my car from the swamp. A number of Grackles were entertaining me along the way, including this one perched on a slowly deteriorating tree. The tree reminds me of an artwork, perhaps a wrist and hand holding up the sky.
A few more steps along and a different look to the sky and those outstretched fingers.
I had driven barely a mile down the road when the sun came out bright. I’ve learned that summer thunder/rain storms around Charleston can be very localized and nothing to mess with.
Good post. I like the vision of the hand holding the sky.
Providence, perhaps, that the sun eluded you long enough to get that shot, nearly silhouetted. It looks as though the hand is holding back that rain cloud, reaching up to protect the bird.
A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush, they say.
Best,
Paz
Thanks, Paz, glad that you were touched that way.
Interesting thought about the hand protecting the bird. And now I need to get an image of two in the bush to complete that proverb!