by Alfred, Lord Tennyson He clasps the crag with crooked hands;Close to the sun in lonely lands,Ringed with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;He watches from his mountain walls,And like a thunderbolt he falls.
I have been posting a bird photo every night since April 1, 2020. Some in my family have not been seeing them and asked if I am still taking pictures of birds during this COVID-19 pandemic. Uh, yes. I was social distancing long before it became a serious need. The red-winged blackbird is at the…