Lori Thatcher

Writing and Thinking about writing

The Dancers


Wood StorkThe Wood Storks in Oyster Creek yesterday had on fancy white-feathered tutus. Incongruous with their black tights and grizzled black faces, but lovely nonetheless. They preformed a ballet dance, or perhaps it was more like a fencing match with jabs and feints and some flapping of wings while showing glimpses of their black slips.

But that wasn’t the first thing that attracted me and made me pull over and turn around and grab my camera. It was the reflections that were doing a distorted and upside down parody of their movements.


4 thoughts on “The Dancers

  1. I try so hard! Just have to laugh at what gets by in spite of it all.

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