If I Could Only Fly Dove It’s as if the earth

It’s as if the earth speaks to me

As it gazed across the dwindling expanse of its habitat

and I reveled in the thrill of the chase

Black and White Photography by Robert David Atkinson

If I Could Only Fly Dove It’s as if the earth"I have never known the feeling of soaring through the skies like the other pigeons. Though white and delicate, my wings have always refused to lift me. While the others glide gracefully above, I stay grounded, watching from below. At first, I longed to join them, feeling trapped by my inability. But then, I began to notice things they seemed to miss. The way the sunlight filters through the leaves, casting soft patterns on the earth, or how the