Have I told you about my irrational fear of dead birds? What would you call that phobia? There's something about the blank expression in death, of something so regal, with the power of flight, that just freaks me out. To be honest, I think it's the open beak that gets me. I could really get into this topic, but I digress. Don't worry, there are no dead birds in this post about Audrey Corregan's bird-centric photography series, Obviously. But maybe I was getting somewhere with the whole faces conversation: even with their backs turned to camera, they have such a power. A quiet defiance deserving of my fear.

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