Robert David Atkinson
Robert David Atkinson is an American Photographer born in New York City
Perched, the Blue Jay gazes upward, its thoughts merging seamlessly with the expanse of endless blue. It finds a reflection of its own restless mind. The wind’s soft whispers seem to carry the secrets of the universe.
In this timeless exchange between bird and sky, the Blue Jay finds a refuge for its soul and an endless source of inspiration. The Blue Jay’s spirit soars, entwined with the ethereal beauty that stretches beyond the horizon.
~ Robert David Atkinson
The egret’s annual migration was always a bittersweet affair. It traveled hundreds of miles, leaving behind the familiar marshland where she had spent so many years. As she flew, she thought of her lost mate, and the sadness crept back into her heart. She kept to herself, lost in her own thoughts. Even the beauty of the changing landscape, with its fiery red leaves and golden fields, could not lift her spirits. For her, the migration was a reminder of all that she had lost and the loneliness that came with it. But still, she flew on, following the pull of the seasons and the instinct of her kind.
The other marshland creatures could see the sorrow in her eyes and hear the pain in her mournful calls. They tried to console her, but the egret remained lost in her grief. She withdrew from the world around her, spending more and more time alone.
One day, a wise old owl saw the egret sitting by the water’s edge on a log. He flew down and perched beside her, his feathers rustling in the breeze. “My dear egret,” he said, “I know the pain you carry in your heart. But you must not let it consume you. You are still a thing of beauty, and there is still a joy to be found in the world.”
The egret listened to the owl’s words and felt hope in her heart. She realized she could not bring back her mate, but she could honor his memory by living her life to the fullest. With newfound resolve, the egret spread her wings and took to the air. She flew higher and higher, reveling in the feeling of the wind beneath her wings.
As she soared above the marshland, the egret realized the world was still full of wonder and beauty. She saw the shimmering water below her, the lush green trees in the distance, and the bright blue sky above her. And at that moment, the darkness lifted from her heart, and she felt a sense of peace she thought she’d never feel again.
From that day forward, the egret still carried the memory of her lost love with her. But she also brought the knowledge that life was precious and should be lived to the fullest. And so, she flew on, seeking new adventures and joys, grateful for every moment she had in this world.
~ Robert David Atkinson
Amidst the concrete jungle, a collective sadness gripped the hearts of birds. High above the bustling streets, they observed their avian companions becoming entangled in the intricate web of human wires. Thoughts of anguish filled their minds as they witnessed their kin struggle, their wings losing their freedom in a world not designed for their graceful flight. The birds yearned for open skies, where the wind would carry them effortlessly and their songs could resound without obstruction.
The birds resolved to bring awareness to their plight in the depths of their sorrow. They gathered in flocks, their somber chirps merging into a poignant chorus. Their unified cries carried a message, appealing to humanity’s empathy and urging for more harmonious coexistence. The birds hoped that their melodic plea would touch the hearts of those below, awakening a realization of human wires’ impact on their avian counterparts. They longed for a future where the skies would be unburdened by obstacles, birds could soar freely once more, and the sorrow in their thoughts would transform into a symphony of joy.
~ Robert David Atkinson
In the enchanting realm of ballet, the fourth position has a special place. It is a graceful and delicate stance, where the dancer’s feet form a perfect “X” shape, with one foot in front of the other. Every aspiring ballerina aspired to master this position, for it required poise, strength, and impeccable balance. Among the dancers was a young girl whose dream was to execute the fourth position flawlessly on stage, captivating the audience with her elegance and artistry. One summer evening, as she practiced her ballet routine in the garden, a great blue heron gracefully descended from the sky and landed nearby. Its long, slender legs mirrored the lines of a ballet dancer, and its wings expanded with a regal air. Intrigued by this majestic creature, she found inspiration in its presence. She observed how the heron held its body gracefully, maintaining perfect alignment and balance. With renewed determination, She channeled the heron’s poise into her movements. As she gracefully assumed the fourth position, her body flowed like a bird in flight, mesmerizing all who watched. The great blue heron had become her silent dance partner, guiding her to embody the essence of the fourth position and fulfill her dream on the ballet stage.
The Great Blue Heron had always been a solitary bird, content to spend its days wading in the shallow waters of the pond. It had watched as the other animals came and went but never felt the need to join them.
But then, one day, tragedy struck. A great storm swept through the forest, uprooting trees and flooding the pond. The Great Blue Heron watched as the waters rose higher and higher, threatening to swallow it whole.
And so, the Great Blue Heron took flight, leaving behind the pond that had been its home for many years. As it flew higher and higher, it felt a sense of freedom and lightness that it had not felt in a long time.
But even as it soared through the sky, the Great Blue Heron felt a deep sadness in its heart. It knew it would never be able to return to the life it had known before, that the storm forever changed everything. And so it flew on, searching for a new home but knowing it could never truly return to the way things were
~ Robert David Atkinson