On my way back from the mail box, I witnessed a hawk, probably red tailed since that what we have here, fly almost straight at me and up into the neighbor’s sycamore three. It had some sort of pray in its talons. I stood under the tree watching it for a few moments and then walked briskly into my house to get my camera. By the time I got back, the hawk had flown to a better feeding roost. The sun had also set a few inches more casting its glow onto the sycamore’s “shallowly lobed ovate leaves [and] globular seed heads.” Is this why blue and orange are complimentary colors?
245 / 365 project : Sunset sycamore