Fat sparrows pick through leaf mulch on an empty streaked sidewalk. The stoplight cycles and there’s a surge in pedestrian traffic. Each bird hurriedly collects a bit of leaf gristle or a limp stick in its beak before flying away.
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Fat sparrows pick through leaf mulch on an empty streaked sidewalk. The stoplight cycles and there’s a surge in pedestrian traffic. Each bird hurriedly collects a bit of leaf gristle or a limp stick in its beak before flying away.
This morning on NPR they were talking about visual images as part of the group experience–in this case the Kennedy assassination is in our group memory visually because of TV, while Pearl Harbor originally came to us as word images through radio–a different kind of group memory experience. (Of course, both came to YOU as history, but that’s not the point of the moment.)
While your camera images and those of some of your photoblogging friends are awesome, your word images, like this one, often are just as vivid.
But are they sparrows, or finches?
Yes, they are sparrows or finches.