Notes:
- Daybreak. 5:04 am. June 20, 2020. 67° F. Humidity 100%. Wind: 3 mph. Gusts: 5 mph. Cloud Cover: 13%. Weed Ave, Stamford, CT.
- And inspired by this:
A long dark curve is the poem in your body
is the river
is the loon’s throat.
Have you ever asked yourself how
the loon’s voice
opens?
~ Cheryl Hellner, from “Prayer for the Wild Voice, for Nina” (Heron Dance Journal, Feb 2006)
Live & Learn 
Are you using a filter or editing effect to get that color or is that just the natural lighting? That has been a consistent shade. Beautiful, regardless. Your pictures reminded me about and sent me searching for my bird watching photos, which I started posting last night.
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Untouched. Straight out of the camera. Cropped to enlarge, but outside of that, nothing. I have no talent to photoshop. I’m off to check out your post. Thanks Ray. Have a good weekend.
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Well, it’s worth you getting up early for. Great composition.
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It is. And I find it interesting, the moment the Sun comes up, I lose interest. Colors less magical.
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This is an amazing photo, I love the pink tones!
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Thank you. It was a beautiful morning…
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Here’s a few more. https://thrive.davidkanigan.com/post/621438697514172416/daybreak-504-510-am-june-20-2020-67-f
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Summertime, enjoy every moment.
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Yes, masks and all! 🙂
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Yes we need you at my place in the woods none are needed 🙂
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Gorgeous and perfection! (Quote to image)
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i love the color and lines here. (both literally and figuratively)
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Yes!
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100% humidity. You’re basically under water!
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Close!
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Yes. I’m here. Fuck FLYING with WORDPRESS…I don’t fly. I’m not even a duck.
I’m just trying to get through the day with air on my face. I tried flying before. Pure ego..pure performance. Fuck it. I like to look but not touch…if I touch…oh well….live with it, which is all I want today.
Another new pic? I have trouble knowing which image looks right… this one is too fucking serious looking. I want to write comedy…can you help me with that?
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I’m not capable!
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Reblogged this on It Is What It Is and commented:
Sweet early, quiet morning!! … “Have you ever asked yourself how
the loon’s voice opens?” ~ Cheryl Hellner, from “Prayer for the Wild Voice, for Nina” (Heron Dance Journal, Feb 2006).
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that poem.
Your photo.
Pure bliss.
Interesting — I shared similar ‘feelings’ about this morning on my blog this morning with a video — no birds, just poplar fluff drifting down.
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Smiling. Yes.
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Soothing photo, David, and poem too. 100% humidity, yikes. The birder in me seems to think this is a cormorant, sorry. I could be wrong.
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Thanks Jet. I think you are right or cormorant front. I couldn’t find a loon poem, so we’re going with the loon on the poem, and a cormorant that is substituting in the photo! So glad you confirmed that – I wasn’t sure.
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What time is your nap? 🙂
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Already done. 10:30 – 11:15am
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You can probably squeeze another one in… 🙂
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No doubt!
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I love hearing the sound of loons.
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me too Anneli. (And I was corrected, this was a Cormorant!
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I wondered about that, but I am always picking on you, so the one time I let you off the hook, someone else takes over. Tsk! Tsk!
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Laughing…do not resist. Fire away!
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*Grin* Maybe next time….
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Something about water and water birds – so calm…
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So true….
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