The Atlantic Flyway black and white And so it flew on

And so it flew on

a witness to countless seasons

becoming a dance between stillness and motion

something intangible yet undeniable

Once ablaze with vitality

The Atlantic Flyway black and white And so it flew onPhotography by Robert David Atkinson. The Atlantic Flyway With no flock to follow, the goose took off alone before dawn, rising from the marsh into the sky and turning south along the Atlantic Flyway with no flock to follow. The shoreline guided the waytidal flats, inlets, and thin strips of beach catching the first lighteach one passing beneath like a quiet checkpoint. With no other beside it, the air felt colder, the only sound was the steady rush