JoeMathew:
Bird at sunset...
JoeMathew:
Hungry eagle chick
JoeMathew:
Little birdy
JoeMathew:
Searching for an early morning snak
JoeMathew:
“If I keep a green bough in my heart, then the singing bird will come”
JoeMathew:
No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings. - William Blake
JoeMathew:
Little birds
JoeMathew:
Surveillance
JoeMathew:
“The day is done, and the darkness falls from the wings of night, as a feather is wafted downward from a crow on the wire"
JoeMathew:
Fate is not an eagle, it creeps like a rat.