There’s something intriguing about silhouettes. Without using words, they tell a story, leaving the details to your imagination.









“The object of art is to give life shape.” ~Willliam Shakespeare
As I was sitting out on the screen porch shortly before sundown, taking in the sights and sounds of nature, in the distance I could hear the familiar distant cooing of the mourning dove wafting through the air. With so much craziness going on out in the world, somehow the peaceful sound of this bird’s song was calming music to my ears.
“Music speaks what cannot be expressed, soothes the mind and gives it rest, heals the heart and makes it whole, flows from heaven to the soul.” ~Unknown
Mourning doves are commonly seen sitting in our pine trees or searching on the ground for sunflower seeds that have fallen from the feeders. They often have favorite perches where they sit, and from which their distinctive coos can be heard. However, they are easily startled, and take off like a shot. Their initial flight produces a sharp whistling sound, followed by the gentle flutter of their soft wings.
Time, as he passes us, has a dove’s wing,
Unsoil’d, and swift, and of a silken sound.
~William Cowper