all quiet in the neighborhood (hill)

The ornament of beauty is suspect,

A crow that flies in heaven’s sweetest air.

– William Shakespeare

They, the normally noisy neighborhood nuisances, mostly sat quietly huddled in pairs on branches, spirits and wings dampened by january rain, with only short flights between nearby trees.

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About hillarah

my dad gave me my first camera in high school, a sturdy black minolta. i found my gift, my voice, my way to be with the world. after journalism school, i swashbuckled as a photojournalist for over a decade. moved home to norcal to be near family and started a boutique stock photography agency, see jane run. life had other plans. my camera lived mostly in the closet for nine years. last summer working on a film in france and spain, my camera became my friend again. and now, it's like rekindling a long-lost love. now with more wisdom, more freedom. pure joy.
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