All of the frozen water in this frozen winter has been rough on the birds. I recently counted 23 swans huddled on shore near the only swiftly-moving water in town – a surprising sight, since I’ve seen swans battle over some pond space in more temperate days. I was even inspired to look up the collective noun for swans and learned there are several: an eyrar of swans. A bevy of swans. And my favorite: a whiteness of swans.
I photographed the sleeping swans on my way to the old standby: Cassandra in God light before sunset.
Vineyard Photographer, AKA Maria, Writing with Light, AKA Maria Thibodeau is a family and portrait photographer on Martha’s Vineyard.