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this one is a bit artificial, I suppose, being at a pilgrimage/tourist site, but I did like the juxtaposition between the security guard and the friar.

Sing we for love and idleness, Naught else is worth the having. Though I have been in many a land, There is naught else in living. And I would rather have my sweet, Though rose-leaves die of grieving, Than do high deeds in Hungary To pass all men's believing. -Ezra Pound
I really love these old letter forms - I hesitate to call them a "font", and they're certainly not a "hand", since they were carved with a chisel. But running your fingers over them, you can't help but marvel at the skill of the long-gone artisan that carved them.
I thought I had posted this earlier, but I guess not. This is how the nest looked before the storm. I am not sure how much was built this year, and how much is leftover from the previous year.
I'm really amazed anything is left at all. They must have been sitting right on it and clinging for dear life. The wind was dreadful and there's very little shelter here.
Actually, now that I look at it again, maybe that stuff to the right isn't really the functioning nest at all any more. Maybe it's like renovation debris - if you view it large, you can see that there's all kinds of feathers and pellets and crap embedded in the twigs.
I really wanted to see how the owls were doing after the snow/rain/windstorm of the last few days. They're there, and the little guy looks strong and hefty, but wow, there isn't much left of their nest. I hope he'll be able to fly soon, because there sure isn't much space to sit.
Since I live in a mostly homogeneously WASP town, I really liked seeing the diversity of people while we were in Turkey.