Black and White Photograph of a Mourning Dove by Robert David Atkinson.
"As the Mourning Dove perched on a branch, it endured the winter winds. It remembered the long summer days and warmth. It longed for the endless days when the sun bathed the world in golden hues and the air was filled with the scent of flowers. As the winter wind whispered through the trees, the dove's feathers ruffled in response to the cold breeze. Its eyes, filled with longing, gazed into the distance as if searching for something lost in the vastness of the snowy landscape. The memories of warmer days remained in its mind, contrasting with the cold, desolate landscape in which it now found itself." – RDA
