How do Eastern Bluebirds survive even the harshest winters? This hardy little fellow reminds me of a poem by DH Lawrence:
I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.
What might we learn from that?
This intriguing photograph, taken during a February snowfall, is mounted in a museum-quality frame to complete a visually stunning piece of art, perfect for any gallery, conference room, office, or home.
• Printed on Premium Archival-Quality Photographic Paper
• Hanover Satin Gold Frame or Dayton Wood (Black)
• Mat is 1” Antique White (White Core)
• Cover is crystal clear acrylic that is both lighter and stronger than glass
• 12x8"