I have been fascinated with black storks ever since I learned about their existence. Although they have the same feeding grounds with their white cousins, unlike these ones they live far from human habitations, preferring to nest in the canopies of the oldest forests they can find. If the white stork is the symbol of new life, social interaction and material achievements, I would think the black one is the symbol of seasoned life, solitary pursuits, “ivory towers” and creations of the spirit.
May you be blessed with the gifts of both.
“Black Stork”, Prismacolor pencils on upcycled paper, 2’’x 4’’