I didn't make this, it was just here on a walking bridge where they were working on a building to the left.
the lake in Hyde Park that has become the home to probably hundreds of birds. geese, swans, little black birds with very orange feet, ducks. there were two duck nests, one was floating-bobbing-tilting near the shore, it was built upon a piece of broken off old wooden door. the grass was really just feathers and human beings set their chairs down in the feathers and huge white swans sat there among them like they were sitting among trees or something, totally normal. some children played with them, but they were monsterously huge birds. some were sleeping with their necks and heads tucked under one wing, a closed up egg sitting on the feather grass. the entered and existed the water, gliding over and breaking the surface of the water with a spray up and out each side making waves, but they lumbered out akwardly raising onehalf of their weight and then the other onto the foamy concrete shoreline. ruffled feathers, stuck-out feathers going in wrong directions. tails up diving under for whatever else lived in the water. i know that ducks will die if they don't touch water in the first few days of life. their oil glands won't develop and they will freeze to death. these ducks turned slick and shiny in the water. in the spring a family of ducks lived outside my moms window. eleven eggs that the mother turned everyday. an animal came in the night though and ate all but two, there were bloody smears all over the grass. my mom took the eggs and hatched them and they followed around everywhere. when she brought them to a duck rehabilitator the woman told her by saving the eggs she had committed a federal offense and now the woman would have to lie on her federal form and say my mother found the orphaned baby ducks on the side of the road. WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU HATCHED THEM?!
Then in Germany, Berlin exactly the sky was sort of rainy, sunny puffy cloud light streaked blue and a ,ass of tiny black vibrating birds swirled between the Dome and that big Radio/communication tower. the value of black in the sky, (ink spot) changed as the birds vibrated in and away from eachother spreading out and then sucking back inwards around around and out out out.
I saw a pice of animation where a salt shaker told a pepper shaker she liked her dress and vice versa.
