Yasuhiro Shimoka captured the mood of a crow flying across heavy snowfall in this fragility of life as a fleeting moment.
" Caw caw,the black crow breaks the
deafening silence of falling snow."
how i hate that harsh caw caw sound,for it brought back memories of the crows who flocked to the branches of a huge ancient tree to roost there as darkness approaches.the year that i waited as the door of death slowly
creaked open,waiting just waiting to swallow a loved one into its dark embrace.
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