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Rise! The perfect image for me to see here in southern Minnesota as I think of the events of this week in Minneapolis.
There’s something quietly electric in this. The way the pigeons scatter across the frame feels less like a flock and more like a constellation — small bursts of light moving through a heavy, uncertain sky. The black and white strips it down to motion and breath, so what we’re really seeing is time passing, not just birds in flight.
I love how some wings flare bright while others dissolve into shadow, like different moments of the same story overlapping. It feels both chaotic and strangely calm, as if the city exhaled all at once and this was the visible trace of it.
You have a gift for turning ordinary New York creatures into something almost mythic. These birds don’t just fly — they drift through memory.
Thank you so much for your words Berok! I had the opportunity to spend some time viewing your work. In a word ….. glorious!
thank you very much