Paul the bird man – I love this guy-he’s like a bird magician. The way the local birds flock to his open hands in anticipation of a feast, is just wonderful to watch and to capture in light. Great street photography from the great city of Bath.
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
Hope is the thing with feathers
by Emily Dickinson
