When I was taking the previous photo, Morning Light, the fiery sky in constant ever changing motion brought this image to mind.

The only cock fight I've seen was back in the fifties, in Cuba, just outside of Havana. It was a local thing, the roosters weren't wearing steel spurs and the fight wasn't to the death, none the less, it was almost too intense for this, then young North American boy, to watch. Now some sixty years later, I still find the images of those fierce birds dark, disturbing and powerful.

Soft pastels on 12 by 12 inch card stock