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  1. Urban Pause

    While walking through Savannah, Georgia a few months ago, I spotted this lone rock pigeon perched on a weathered pipe running along a stone wall.

    If you're a fan of stunning dove imagery, be sure to explore my photo gallery for a collection of beautiful snapshots that capture their elegance and charm.

    swede1952-photographs.pixels.c

    #photo #photography #photographer #photographylovers #wildlife #nature #bird #birds #birding #birdwatching #birdphotography #dove #pigeon #rockpigeon #rockdove

  2. Urban Pause

    While walking through Savannah, Georgia a few months ago, I spotted this lone rock pigeon perched on a weathered pipe running along a stone wall.

    If you're a fan of stunning dove imagery, be sure to explore my photo gallery for a collection of beautiful snapshots that capture their elegance and charm.

    swede1952-photographs.pixels.c

    #photo #photography #photographer #photographylovers #wildlife #nature #bird #birds #birding #birdwatching #birdphotography #dove #pigeon #rockpigeon #rockdove

  3. Urban Pause

    While walking through Savannah, Georgia a few months ago, I spotted this lone rock pigeon perched on a weathered pipe running along a stone wall.

    If you're a fan of stunning dove imagery, be sure to explore my photo gallery for a collection of beautiful snapshots that capture their elegance and charm.

    swede1952-photographs.pixels.c

    #photo #photography #photographer #photographylovers #wildlife #nature #bird #birds #birding #birdwatching #birdphotography #dove #pigeon #rockpigeon #rockdove

  4. Urban Pause

    While walking through Savannah, Georgia a few months ago, I spotted this lone rock pigeon perched on a weathered pipe running along a stone wall.

    If you're a fan of stunning dove imagery, be sure to explore my photo gallery for a collection of beautiful snapshots that capture their elegance and charm.

    swede1952-photographs.pixels.c

    #photo #photography #photographer #photographylovers #wildlife #nature #bird #birds #birding #birdwatching #birdphotography #dove #pigeon #rockpigeon #rockdove

  5. Urban Pause

    While walking through Savannah, Georgia a few months ago, I spotted this lone rock pigeon perched on a weathered pipe running along a stone wall.

    If you're a fan of stunning dove imagery, be sure to explore my photo gallery for a collection of beautiful snapshots that capture their elegance and charm.

    swede1952-photographs.pixels.c

    #photo #photography #photographer #photographylovers #wildlife #nature #bird #birds #birding #birdwatching #birdphotography #dove #pigeon #rockpigeon #rockdove

  6. Good morning. 🕊️🕊️🕊️

    20 October 2025

    Cold Thresholds and Army Paperwork

    Wow. I just glanced at the temperature on my taskbar—47º outside. That’s the coldest morning of the fall so far this year. I know, I know… folks up in Minnesota are probably thinking, “Big whoop. That’s shirt-sleeve weather.”

    I lived in Minnesota for a while during my Army days. I’d just been reassigned from Germany and thought I understood cold. Minnesota politely—and thoroughly—redefined that understanding. I drove up from Tennessee after flying in from Wyoming. That month was a blur of relocations, a sovereign zigzag across the country. But that’s a story for another scroll.

    A few days after arriving in Minnesota, I had to fly to Fort Sheridan in Chicago to sign in. I was Regular Army, assigned to a Reserve battalion. On arrival, I rented a car, drove to a certain building on post, walked in, probably handed over my orders, signed a book, turned around, got back in the rental, and drove straight back to Minnesota. Crazy, right?

    When I returned to Minneapolis–Saint Paul International Airport, the temperature had dropped. On advice, I’d parked my car over at neighboring Fort Snelling and taken a taxi to the airport. It was late at night. The moment I stepped outside, the cold hit me like a wall—literally took my breath away. I don’t recall the exact temperature, only that it was very cold. 🥶

    I jumped into the first taxi I saw and headed for Fort Snelling. The parking lot was vast and empty, save for my car sitting alone in the middle, blanketed in snow. I asked the driver to wait until I got it started. He did. And just like that—I had arrived.

    “Climate is what we expect, weather is what we get.” — Mark Twain

    “One thing about cold weather: it brings out the statistician in everyone.” — Paul Theroux'

    #photo #photography #photographer #wildlife #nature #bird #birds #birding #birdwatching #birdphotography #morning #cold #pigeons #doves #RockPigeon #RockDove #blackandwhite #army #Minnesota

  7. Good morning. 🕊️🕊️🕊️

    20 October 2025

    Cold Thresholds and Army Paperwork

    Wow. I just glanced at the temperature on my taskbar—47º outside. That’s the coldest morning of the fall so far this year. I know, I know… folks up in Minnesota are probably thinking, “Big whoop. That’s shirt-sleeve weather.”

    I lived in Minnesota for a while during my Army days. I’d just been reassigned from Germany and thought I understood cold. Minnesota politely—and thoroughly—redefined that understanding. I drove up from Tennessee after flying in from Wyoming. That month was a blur of relocations, a sovereign zigzag across the country. But that’s a story for another scroll.

    A few days after arriving in Minnesota, I had to fly to Fort Sheridan in Chicago to sign in. I was Regular Army, assigned to a Reserve battalion. On arrival, I rented a car, drove to a certain building on post, walked in, probably handed over my orders, signed a book, turned around, got back in the rental, and drove straight back to Minnesota. Crazy, right?

    When I returned to Minneapolis–Saint Paul International Airport, the temperature had dropped. On advice, I’d parked my car over at neighboring Fort Snelling and taken a taxi to the airport. It was late at night. The moment I stepped outside, the cold hit me like a wall—literally took my breath away. I don’t recall the exact temperature, only that it was very cold. 🥶

    I jumped into the first taxi I saw and headed for Fort Snelling. The parking lot was vast and empty, save for my car sitting alone in the middle, blanketed in snow. I asked the driver to wait until I got it started. He did. And just like that—I had arrived.

    “Climate is what we expect, weather is what we get.” — Mark Twain

    “One thing about cold weather: it brings out the statistician in everyone.” — Paul Theroux'

    #photo #photography #photographer #wildlife #nature #bird #birds #birding #birdwatching #birdphotography #morning #cold #pigeons #doves #RockPigeon #RockDove #blackandwhite #army #Minnesota

  8. Good morning. 🕊️🕊️🕊️

    20 October 2025

    Cold Thresholds and Army Paperwork

    Wow. I just glanced at the temperature on my taskbar—47º outside. That’s the coldest morning of the fall so far this year. I know, I know… folks up in Minnesota are probably thinking, “Big whoop. That’s shirt-sleeve weather.”

    I lived in Minnesota for a while during my Army days. I’d just been reassigned from Germany and thought I understood cold. Minnesota politely—and thoroughly—redefined that understanding. I drove up from Tennessee after flying in from Wyoming. That month was a blur of relocations, a sovereign zigzag across the country. But that’s a story for another scroll.

    A few days after arriving in Minnesota, I had to fly to Fort Sheridan in Chicago to sign in. I was Regular Army, assigned to a Reserve battalion. On arrival, I rented a car, drove to a certain building on post, walked in, probably handed over my orders, signed a book, turned around, got back in the rental, and drove straight back to Minnesota. Crazy, right?

    When I returned to Minneapolis–Saint Paul International Airport, the temperature had dropped. On advice, I’d parked my car over at neighboring Fort Snelling and taken a taxi to the airport. It was late at night. The moment I stepped outside, the cold hit me like a wall—literally took my breath away. I don’t recall the exact temperature, only that it was very cold. 🥶

    I jumped into the first taxi I saw and headed for Fort Snelling. The parking lot was vast and empty, save for my car sitting alone in the middle, blanketed in snow. I asked the driver to wait until I got it started. He did. And just like that—I had arrived.

    “Climate is what we expect, weather is what we get.” — Mark Twain

    “One thing about cold weather: it brings out the statistician in everyone.” — Paul Theroux'

    #photo #photography #photographer #wildlife #nature #bird #birds #birding #birdwatching #birdphotography #morning #cold #pigeons #doves #RockPigeon #RockDove #blackandwhite #army #Minnesota

  9. Good morning. 🕊️🕊️🕊️

    20 October 2025

    Cold Thresholds and Army Paperwork

    Wow. I just glanced at the temperature on my taskbar—47º outside. That’s the coldest morning of the fall so far this year. I know, I know… folks up in Minnesota are probably thinking, “Big whoop. That’s shirt-sleeve weather.”

    I lived in Minnesota for a while during my Army days. I’d just been reassigned from Germany and thought I understood cold. Minnesota politely—and thoroughly—redefined that understanding. I drove up from Tennessee after flying in from Wyoming. That month was a blur of relocations, a sovereign zigzag across the country. But that’s a story for another scroll.

    A few days after arriving in Minnesota, I had to fly to Fort Sheridan in Chicago to sign in. I was Regular Army, assigned to a Reserve battalion. On arrival, I rented a car, drove to a certain building on post, walked in, probably handed over my orders, signed a book, turned around, got back in the rental, and drove straight back to Minnesota. Crazy, right?

    When I returned to Minneapolis–Saint Paul International Airport, the temperature had dropped. On advice, I’d parked my car over at neighboring Fort Snelling and taken a taxi to the airport. It was late at night. The moment I stepped outside, the cold hit me like a wall—literally took my breath away. I don’t recall the exact temperature, only that it was very cold. 🥶

    I jumped into the first taxi I saw and headed for Fort Snelling. The parking lot was vast and empty, save for my car sitting alone in the middle, blanketed in snow. I asked the driver to wait until I got it started. He did. And just like that—I had arrived.

    “Climate is what we expect, weather is what we get.” — Mark Twain

    “One thing about cold weather: it brings out the statistician in everyone.” — Paul Theroux'

    #photo #photography #photographer #wildlife #nature #bird #birds #birding #birdwatching #birdphotography #morning #cold #pigeons #doves #RockPigeon #RockDove #blackandwhite #army #Minnesota

  10. Good morning. 🕊️🕊️🕊️

    20 October 2025

    Cold Thresholds and Army Paperwork

    Wow. I just glanced at the temperature on my taskbar—47º outside. That’s the coldest morning of the fall so far this year. I know, I know… folks up in Minnesota are probably thinking, “Big whoop. That’s shirt-sleeve weather.”

    I lived in Minnesota for a while during my Army days. I’d just been reassigned from Germany and thought I understood cold. Minnesota politely—and thoroughly—redefined that understanding. I drove up from Tennessee after flying in from Wyoming. That month was a blur of relocations, a sovereign zigzag across the country. But that’s a story for another scroll.

    A few days after arriving in Minnesota, I had to fly to Fort Sheridan in Chicago to sign in. I was Regular Army, assigned to a Reserve battalion. On arrival, I rented a car, drove to a certain building on post, walked in, probably handed over my orders, signed a book, turned around, got back in the rental, and drove straight back to Minnesota. Crazy, right?

    When I returned to Minneapolis–Saint Paul International Airport, the temperature had dropped. On advice, I’d parked my car over at neighboring Fort Snelling and taken a taxi to the airport. It was late at night. The moment I stepped outside, the cold hit me like a wall—literally took my breath away. I don’t recall the exact temperature, only that it was very cold. 🥶

    I jumped into the first taxi I saw and headed for Fort Snelling. The parking lot was vast and empty, save for my car sitting alone in the middle, blanketed in snow. I asked the driver to wait until I got it started. He did. And just like that—I had arrived.

    “Climate is what we expect, weather is what we get.” — Mark Twain

    “One thing about cold weather: it brings out the statistician in everyone.” — Paul Theroux'

    #photo #photography #photographer #wildlife #nature #bird #birds #birding #birdwatching #birdphotography #morning #cold #pigeons #doves #RockPigeon #RockDove #blackandwhite #army #Minnesota

  11. Nap Time

    Is this rock pigeon (Columba livia) napping—or simply bracing against the cold? Like many birds, pigeons possess the remarkable ability to rest one hemisphere of their brain while the other remains alert. A sovereign act of vigilance: sleeping with one eye open, so to speak.

    Step into a world where even the smallest moments—like the glint in a bird's eye—tell their own story.

    swede1952-photographs.pixels.c

    #photo #photography #photographer #photographylovers #wildlife #nature #bird #birds #birding #birdwatching #birdphotography #pigeon #dove #RockPigeon #rockdove

  12. Nap Time

    Is this rock pigeon (Columba livia) napping—or simply bracing against the cold? Like many birds, pigeons possess the remarkable ability to rest one hemisphere of their brain while the other remains alert. A sovereign act of vigilance: sleeping with one eye open, so to speak.

    Step into a world where even the smallest moments—like the glint in a bird's eye—tell their own story.

    swede1952-photographs.pixels.c

    #photo #photography #photographer #photographylovers #wildlife #nature #bird #birds #birding #birdwatching #birdphotography #pigeon #dove #RockPigeon #rockdove

  13. Nap Time

    Is this rock pigeon (Columba livia) napping—or simply bracing against the cold? Like many birds, pigeons possess the remarkable ability to rest one hemisphere of their brain while the other remains alert. A sovereign act of vigilance: sleeping with one eye open, so to speak.

    Step into a world where even the smallest moments—like the glint in a bird's eye—tell their own story.

    swede1952-photographs.pixels.c

    #photo #photography #photographer #photographylovers #wildlife #nature #bird #birds #birding #birdwatching #birdphotography #pigeon #dove #RockPigeon #rockdove

  14. Nap Time

    Is this rock pigeon (Columba livia) napping—or simply bracing against the cold? Like many birds, pigeons possess the remarkable ability to rest one hemisphere of their brain while the other remains alert. A sovereign act of vigilance: sleeping with one eye open, so to speak.

    Step into a world where even the smallest moments—like the glint in a bird's eye—tell their own story.

    swede1952-photographs.pixels.c

    #photo #photography #photographer #photographylovers #wildlife #nature #bird #birds #birding #birdwatching #birdphotography #pigeon #dove #RockPigeon #rockdove

  15. Nap Time

    Is this rock pigeon (Columba livia) napping—or simply bracing against the cold? Like many birds, pigeons possess the remarkable ability to rest one hemisphere of their brain while the other remains alert. A sovereign act of vigilance: sleeping with one eye open, so to speak.

    Step into a world where even the smallest moments—like the glint in a bird's eye—tell their own story.

    swede1952-photographs.pixels.c

    #photo #photography #photographer #photographylovers #wildlife #nature #bird #birds #birding #birdwatching #birdphotography #pigeon #dove #RockPigeon #rockdove

  16. Pigeon on the Manuscript Branch

    Rock pigeons (Columba livia) often lend themselves well to black and white photography, where their layered plumage and urban poise translate into striking contrasts and quiet texture.

    If you're a fan of stunning dove imagery, be sure to explore my photo gallery for a collection of beautiful snapshots that capture their elegance and charm.

    swede1952-photographs.pixels.c

    #photo #photography #photographer #photographylovers #wildlife #nature #bird #birds #birding #birdwatching #birdphotography #RockPigeon #rockdove #pigeon #dove

  17. Pigeon on the Manuscript Branch

    Rock pigeons (Columba livia) often lend themselves well to black and white photography, where their layered plumage and urban poise translate into striking contrasts and quiet texture.

    If you're a fan of stunning dove imagery, be sure to explore my photo gallery for a collection of beautiful snapshots that capture their elegance and charm.

    swede1952-photographs.pixels.c

    #photo #photography #photographer #photographylovers #wildlife #nature #bird #birds #birding #birdwatching #birdphotography #RockPigeon #rockdove #pigeon #dove

  18. Pigeon on the Manuscript Branch

    Rock pigeons (Columba livia) often lend themselves well to black and white photography, where their layered plumage and urban poise translate into striking contrasts and quiet texture.

    If you're a fan of stunning dove imagery, be sure to explore my photo gallery for a collection of beautiful snapshots that capture their elegance and charm.

    swede1952-photographs.pixels.c

    #photo #photography #photographer #photographylovers #wildlife #nature #bird #birds #birding #birdwatching #birdphotography #RockPigeon #rockdove #pigeon #dove

  19. Pigeon on the Manuscript Branch

    Rock pigeons (Columba livia) often lend themselves well to black and white photography, where their layered plumage and urban poise translate into striking contrasts and quiet texture.

    If you're a fan of stunning dove imagery, be sure to explore my photo gallery for a collection of beautiful snapshots that capture their elegance and charm.

    swede1952-photographs.pixels.c

    #photo #photography #photographer #photographylovers #wildlife #nature #bird #birds #birding #birdwatching #birdphotography #RockPigeon #rockdove #pigeon #dove

  20. Pigeon on the Manuscript Branch

    Rock pigeons (Columba livia) often lend themselves well to black and white photography, where their layered plumage and urban poise translate into striking contrasts and quiet texture.

    If you're a fan of stunning dove imagery, be sure to explore my photo gallery for a collection of beautiful snapshots that capture their elegance and charm.

    swede1952-photographs.pixels.c

    #photo #photography #photographer #photographylovers #wildlife #nature #bird #birds #birding #birdwatching #birdphotography #RockPigeon #rockdove #pigeon #dove

  21. Bath Time Bond

    There’s something quietly heartwarming about watching these two rock pigeons (Columba livia) enjoying the birdbath. It’s a gentle reminder that I need to get outside and tend to the feeders. I’ve already skipped our usual Friday Walk—Charlie, my border collie, wasn’t thrilled. Time to get back into the rhythm of things.

    If you're a fan of stunning dove imagery, be sure to explore my photo gallery for a collection of beautiful snapshots that capture their elegance and charm.

    swede1952-photographs.pixels.c

    #photo #photography #photographer #photographylovers #wildlife #nature #bird #birds #birding #birdwatching #birdphotography #pigeons #doves #RockPigeon #RockDoves

  22. Good morning. 🕊️🕊️🕊️

    9 July 2025

    I have a scar healing on my right knee from one of those garage door accidents you always hear about. I just realized it’s shaped like an “F,” and I can't help but wonder—could it be a supernatural sign? After all, the word that flew out of my mouth when my knee hit the door started with that very letter.

    Yesterday, I picked up a new pair of glasses—my first with tortoiseshell frames. While reading, I’ve noticed the little flecks of light in the pattern can be a bit distracting. I’m sure I’ll get used to it. I got used to the floaters in my eyes, didn’t I? Funny thing is, I hadn’t even noticed them until an eye doctor pointed them out. Then, for a while, I couldn’t unsee them.

    “They’re funny things, accidents. You never have them till you’re having them.” — A.A. Milne

    “Don’t learn safety by accident.” — Jerry Smith

    #morning #accidents #newglasses #pigeon #RockPigeon #RockDove #dove #photo #photography #photographer #wildlife #nature #bird #birding

  23. Good morning. 🕊️🕊️🕊️

    9 July 2025

    I have a scar healing on my right knee from one of those garage door accidents you always hear about. I just realized it’s shaped like an “F,” and I can't help but wonder—could it be a supernatural sign? After all, the word that flew out of my mouth when my knee hit the door started with that very letter.

    Yesterday, I picked up a new pair of glasses—my first with tortoiseshell frames. While reading, I’ve noticed the little flecks of light in the pattern can be a bit distracting. I’m sure I’ll get used to it. I got used to the floaters in my eyes, didn’t I? Funny thing is, I hadn’t even noticed them until an eye doctor pointed them out. Then, for a while, I couldn’t unsee them.

    “They’re funny things, accidents. You never have them till you’re having them.” — A.A. Milne

    “Don’t learn safety by accident.” — Jerry Smith

    #morning #accidents #newglasses #pigeon #RockPigeon #RockDove #dove #photo #photography #photographer #wildlife #nature #bird #birding

  24. Good morning. 🕊️🕊️🕊️

    9 July 2025

    I have a scar healing on my right knee from one of those garage door accidents you always hear about. I just realized it’s shaped like an “F,” and I can't help but wonder—could it be a supernatural sign? After all, the word that flew out of my mouth when my knee hit the door started with that very letter.

    Yesterday, I picked up a new pair of glasses—my first with tortoiseshell frames. While reading, I’ve noticed the little flecks of light in the pattern can be a bit distracting. I’m sure I’ll get used to it. I got used to the floaters in my eyes, didn’t I? Funny thing is, I hadn’t even noticed them until an eye doctor pointed them out. Then, for a while, I couldn’t unsee them.

    “They’re funny things, accidents. You never have them till you’re having them.” — A.A. Milne

    “Don’t learn safety by accident.” — Jerry Smith

    #morning #accidents #newglasses #pigeon #RockPigeon #RockDove #dove #photo #photography #photographer #wildlife #nature #bird #birding

  25. Good morning. 🕊️🕊️🕊️

    9 July 2025

    I have a scar healing on my right knee from one of those garage door accidents you always hear about. I just realized it’s shaped like an “F,” and I can't help but wonder—could it be a supernatural sign? After all, the word that flew out of my mouth when my knee hit the door started with that very letter.

    Yesterday, I picked up a new pair of glasses—my first with tortoiseshell frames. While reading, I’ve noticed the little flecks of light in the pattern can be a bit distracting. I’m sure I’ll get used to it. I got used to the floaters in my eyes, didn’t I? Funny thing is, I hadn’t even noticed them until an eye doctor pointed them out. Then, for a while, I couldn’t unsee them.

    “They’re funny things, accidents. You never have them till you’re having them.” — A.A. Milne

    “Don’t learn safety by accident.” — Jerry Smith

    #morning #accidents #newglasses #pigeon #RockPigeon #RockDove #dove #photo #photography #photographer #wildlife #nature #bird #birding

  26. Good morning. 🕊️🕊️🕊️

    9 July 2025

    I have a scar healing on my right knee from one of those garage door accidents you always hear about. I just realized it’s shaped like an “F,” and I can't help but wonder—could it be a supernatural sign? After all, the word that flew out of my mouth when my knee hit the door started with that very letter.

    Yesterday, I picked up a new pair of glasses—my first with tortoiseshell frames. While reading, I’ve noticed the little flecks of light in the pattern can be a bit distracting. I’m sure I’ll get used to it. I got used to the floaters in my eyes, didn’t I? Funny thing is, I hadn’t even noticed them until an eye doctor pointed them out. Then, for a while, I couldn’t unsee them.

    “They’re funny things, accidents. You never have them till you’re having them.” — A.A. Milne

    “Don’t learn safety by accident.” — Jerry Smith

    #morning #accidents #newglasses #pigeon #RockPigeon #RockDove #dove #photo #photography #photographer #wildlife #nature #bird #birding

  27. Amber Eyes of the Rock Dove

    This rock dove (Columba livia) is a frequent visitor to my backyard, easily recognized by the distinctive white epaulettes on his shoulders. Surely, he must be some kind of officer, don’t you think? In this image, he seems to be staring me down, likely keeping watch while the others feed.

    If you’re unfamiliar with the name “rock dove,” you probably know them simply as pigeons or rock pigeons. But make no mistake—they are still very much doves.

    If you're a fan of stunning dove imagery, be sure to explore my photo gallery for a collection of beautiful snapshots that capture their elegance and charm.

    swede1952-photographs.pixels.c

    #photo #photography #photographer #photographylovers #wildlife #nature #bird #birds #birding #birdwatching #birdphotography #pigeon #dove #RockPigeon #RockDove