Tuesday July 1st 2008
old textures found in such underground places
I saw something fly by the stairs.
I was now cautious about perhaps
a vampire bat lurking down
there, ready to
go for my throat. I saw nothing and
assumed I'd imagined it, till
I went over by the rusted oil tank and
then heard a small bird frantically flying
on the inside window ledge.
Well, camera in hand I took several
shots and returned upstairs for
another camera with a different lens.
I thought for sure my luck would be, that it
would go out whatever way it got in.
No, it was still there willing to perform
it's almost macabre ledge dance. After
thanking it for being a once in a life
time model under these circumstances,
I struggled to push back the
medieval bar on the door and left
it opened for Poe's (I named him)
escape. He'll be free now in the
big world and on his own.