In these dreams I will be walking down the footpath and I will just tuck my feet up under myself a little bit and I will be flying.
I always get the same feeling of joy and I wonder, ” How could I have forgotten how easy this is?” I hover a few feet above the ground and point my arms in the direction I want to go and then I am off, soaring along, happy and free.
I enjoy photographing birds and lately when “The Spouse” and I have been fishing I try and photograph the seagulls and molly hawks as well as anything else that catches my eye.
Birds in flight are really tricky to photograph but sometimes the shots just work and I feel like I am flying as well.
I also have a nagging feeling that I read something very similar on a blog recently so if that was you leave me a comment and we can compare dreams.
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I wish I could fly with you. Or even just take pics of birds as good as yours!
Flying is good fun Barbara.
For every good photo I publish here on my blog I have eleventy zillion blurry ones that you never see. I might do a post on “almost photos” one day.
That was me sweetlinks. 🙂
And yeah, I remember flying too.
The thought of being able to fly terrifies me.
But while you are up there, fly over here and shut the curtains for me will ya?
😉
I never dream about flying. My dreams are almost always set in old houses and there’s a strong feeling of deja vu. My last dream however, was about aquarium snails. They were breeding and the tank was almost full of them.
You would love the Tree Top Walk set in amongst the Tingle trees at Walpole in WA. It climbs to 40 metres above the ground, close to the tops of the trees where you can see for miles into the distance. Amazing!
As a kid I often dreamed of flying, too. I still do, occasionally, waking up happy at the memory. The only other childhood dreams I remember are of bears coming in through my windows. Those were the scariest, and I outgrew them, thankfully!
Another dream I sometimes have is of running very powerfully, with big long leaps….
I love the top photo of the sea eagle.
I did fly once; 100 feet below the surface, off the coast of West Palm Beach. The sea floor looked like the Grand Canyon, and with the gulf stream I put my arms out and flew.
Beautiful photos. Love the cloud formations. In my dreams I usually fall to earth with a THUD !