I was told by a photographer that this photo does not follow the rule of three and therefore is not professional; I should have focused on one single feather. While I understand this, focusing on one feather would have completely taken away the story behind this photo. The reason I took the photo was because of the sheer amount of feathers I found. The death of a bird cannot be summed up with one white feather.
My walks are often filled with inspiring beauty, but sometimes they are also touched with pain. When I came across this (very wide) pile of feathers nestled in the grass, my soul ached.
I really don’t know what could have caused this, but I have seen a sight just like it once before: no blood, bones, or body; only feathers everywhere.
I felt as though this spiritual and sorrowful moment needed to be captured on camera to honor the bird these feathers belonged to.
_Any proceeds made from sale of this piece will be donated to a no-kill animal shelter._
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