A Trick of Distance

I remember reading a poem a long time ago. It was about what you would see if you could perceive all that there was in ever greater distance from where you stood.
Step back 100 feet, 500 feet, a quarter mile, half mile, a mile. What do you see? It had a way of grounding you in the world, on the planet, in the galaxy, in the universe.
I thought of that poem when we were on the beach photographing the crows as they were eating during a feast of low tide treasures.
If we just pulled our vision a bit away from the immediate wild moment. We could see the yellow danger sign, warning all comers away from the munitions ship being loaded. It's just a trick of distance, how beautiful or tragic it all seems.
Two miles.

*The above picture is not a part of the series. I just liked it and thought it captured the spirit of the crow with its feast.