Sandhill Cranes V
My obsessive behavior to capture all the grand images at Bosque Del Apache kept me there from 5:30 a.m. to 7:00 p.m., when the lights were turned off. This almost monochromatic image of sunset hues is one of my favorites.
My obsessive behavior to capture all the grand images at Bosque Del Apache kept me there from 5:30 a.m. to 7:00 p.m., when the lights were turned off. This almost monochromatic image of sunset hues is one of my favorites.
My obsessive behavior to capture all the grand images at Bosque Del Apache kept me there from 5:30 a.m. to 7:00 p.m., when the lights were turned off. This almost monochromatic image of sunset hues is one of my favorites.
In the golden embrace of sunset, seven Sandhill Cranes soar back to the wetlands, their almost silhouetted forms etched against a sky ablaze with hues of amber and rose. Wings outstretched, they glide in perfect harmony, each feather kissed by the sun's last light. Reflections of gold shimmer on their graceful forms, turning them into living tapestries of evening's glow. As they descend, the tranquil wetlands beckon, promising a night's refuge. In this serene dance of dusk, the cranes find their haven, their journey a poetic testament to nature's timeless beauty.
