The Windhover (for Marcopol) by JoeJarrah
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I used to have a pair of windhovers (or kestrels to use thier better known, albeit less poetic name) at the back of my house for several years and i never tired of watching them. They've moved on (the roof where they nested is no longer there), but their effortless grace as they hovered and swooped is captured perfectly in the cadence of the opening verse of the famous (and particularly fine) poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins...
I caught this morning morning's minion, king-
dom of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding
Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding
High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing
In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing,
As a skate's heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and gliding
Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding
Stirred for a bird, – the achieve of, the mastery of the thing!
Comments (5)
Jollyself
lovely scene
marcopol
I reread your interview dear Joe and when I came back to your gallery, I came across your dedication which brightens up my Sunday.
I don't know where to start my thanks; perhaps by projecting my feelings. When you mention kestrels I think of those I see perched on the posts that line the fields along certain highways. With speed, we are never sure of what we have seen, but as their image comes back, it confirms the intuition of our gaze. I then let my mind wander and imagine what this bird would see from up there, from the freedom of its flight, and I imagine myself splitting in two, seeing this little dot in its car, this other small self in the immensity. Nature gives us back our place as long as we still know how to listen to it. I also think back to certain sequences of the film Birdy, by Alan Parker, where we become this little bird fluttering in the gardens…
I meditate on the poem that accompanies your image… there are moments when only poetry, art, find the form of what we want to express. When I have the impression of having found the form that I hoped for to say this thing that I held on to, I have the modesty to think that a grace was given to me to be able to marvel at the nuances that this image brings to what I believed to have entirely thought. I rejoice in a certain beauty that I find there because its accuracy escapes me and does not belong to me. Most of the time, once the image that I have produced and that has appeared becomes derisory in my eyes.
This is why, I thank you again for daring to share and offer these nuances that you also place in your images, dear Joe.
Saby55
Gorgeous image ... a fantastic creation ... Exceptionally well done !!!👍🙋♂️
FirstBastion
Soaring image,.
PhthaloBlue
Superb!