A Whiteness of Swans
All of the frozen water in this frozen winter has been rough on the birds. I recently counted 23 swans huddled on shore near the only swiftly-moving water in town - a surprising sight, since I've seen swans battle over some pond space in more temperate days. I was even inspired to look up the collective noun for swans and learned there are several: an eyrar of swans. A bevy of swans. And my favorite: a whiteness of swans.
I photographed the sleeping swans on my way to the old standby: cassandra in god light before sunset.
