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Another of Iglesia de San Francisco

I had a helluva time persuading that vulture, over from the reservoir for a visit, to pose in the corner there. Try as I might, I could not persuade him to come any closer, which is why there may be too much sky in the photo.

All at once, above them, they saw the sky again. The clouds, no longer red, had become a peculiar luminous blue-white, drifts and depths of them, as though illumined by moon rather than sunlight, between which roared still the deep fathomless cobalt of afternoon.

Birds were sailing up there, ascending higher and higher. Infernal birds of Prometheus!

They were vultures, that on earth so jealously contend with one another, defiling themselves with blood and filth, but who were yet capable of rising, like this, above the storms, to heights shared only by the condor, above the summit of the Andes–

Under the Volcano, Malcolm Lowry

And what other species does that remind you of?

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