She walked in Palaces of old
And shone much brighter than the gold
Her feathers soft, with silky glow
Imbued with magic, dreams to know…
A sacred prize and wars were fought
And Princes died as her they sought….
O’er layers of time her legend fades
And she drifts softly with the shades…..
Cream Peacock from The Bird Park Malta
Doorway taken in the back streets of Malta
Flowers my garden
Textures from ShadowHouse creations
Edited in Aperture 3 and Photoshop 4
Camera Nikon D300
Lens Nikon 18-200
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