Photo Essay: Fall is in the Air
A photographic tribute to the fall migration
A photographic tribute to the fall migration
Photo Austin Ross
Sunset by sunset, the days grow shorter. Thats one way they know. The subtle stirrings of October, on the prairie potholes and the Boreal fens and the wind-blown shores of tundra rivers, strike a deep remembrance, and they know: It is time to fly.
Photo Austin Ross
Time to flee the snow and ice. The ducks and geese leave by ones and twos and tens and twenties, but soon enough the feathered storms roll south like ocean waves. Boreas has spoken. Here they come.
Photo GARYKRAMER.NET
High overhead, ducks and geese course in Vs and skeins and strings of confetti across the sky. Wads of teal shape-shift like puddles of ink. Canvasbacks beat the air with a hummingbirds fervor. And then, suddenly, wings are stilled.
Photo Michael Peters
The birds slant toward the earth. Heads up, feet down, wings set, ducks and geese in autumnal descent have a curious effect on the human heartbeat: It quickens with anticipation, each beat an offering of gratitude for the gifts of the turning season.
Photo Ed Wall Media
In their multitudes, flocks of ducks and geese can overwhelm the sensesCanada geese with their cacophonous honks and cackles, the clatter of mallard wings as the greenheads rise, the whistling of pintails and wigeon.
Photo GARYKRAMER.NET
But in the fall, the sight of even a single bird is magical. Drifting down from the clouds or loafing quietly on the water, a lone duck is both a promise made and a promise kept. Theyre here. And more are coming.
Photo DAVIDSTIMAC.COM