Paolo Patrizi decided to focus on the beauty of birds in this series of photographs entitled European Starlings, the photos illustrates thousands of birds in the city of Rome forming together in the sky to create some sort of beautiful abstracted silhouette. A starling flock like this is called a murmuration, a word that perfectly describes the rustle of thousands of pairs of wings. Starling murmurations are one of the most exceptional demonstration in the natural world, as the flock changes shape, one minute like a enormous wisp of smoke, the next a tornado, the next a thundercloud blocking the light, These are some of the moments that would be amazing to witness in reality.
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Awsome!
Such lovely photography. I felt as if I was the one flying! Thank you for sharing your vision with us. I feel blessed.
The Great Scarf of Birds — John Updike
Playing golf on Cape Ann in October,
I saw something to remember.
Ripe apples were caught like red fish in the nets
of their branches. The maples
were colored like apples,
part orange and red, part green.
The elms, already transparent trees,
seemed swaying vases full of sky. The sky
was dramatic with great straggling V’s
of geese streaming south, mare’s-tails above them.
Their trumpeting made us look up and around.
The course sloped into salt marshes,
and this seemed to cause the abundance of birds.
As if out of the Bible
or science fiction,
a cloud appeared, a cloud of dots
like iron fillings which a magnet
underneath the paper undulates.
It dartingly darkened in spots,
paled, pulsed, compressed, distended, yet
held an identity firm: a flock
of starlings, as much one thing as a rock.
One will moved above the tress
the liquid and hesitant drift.
Come nearer, it became less marvelous,
more legible, and merely huge.
“I never saw so many birds!” my friend exclaimed.
We returned our eyes to the game.
Later, as Lot’s wife must have done,
in a pause of walking, not thinking
of calling down a consequence,
I lazily looked around.
The rise of the fairway above was tinted,
so evenly tinted I might not have noticed
but that at the rim of the delicate shadow
the starlings were thicker and outlined the flock
as an inkstain in drying pronounces its edges.
The gradual rise of green was vastly covered;
I had thought nothing in nature could be so broad
but grass.
And as
I watched, one bird,
prompted by accident or will to lead,
ceased resting; and, lifting in a casual billow,
the flock ascended as a lady’s scarf,
transparent, of gray, might be twitched
by one corner, drawn upward and then,
decided against, negligently tossed toward a chair:
the southward cloud withdrew into the air.
Long had it been since my heart
Had been lifted as it was by the lifting of that great
scarf.
cool capture
I’ve wonder at these patterns since the 1980s. This is a beautiful representation of what I saw. How is the decision made as to the next formation and who makes it? It is almost as if the had a “flock Mind” as well as and individual mind, for I have seen a single bird drop out to perch on a wire. I’ve seen a group leave the large group and start forming random patterns. I’ve seen them stream across the sky forever changing formations for miles and miles.
I think these things show us how great is God .