Salutation to the Sun

Upstairs window bottom left
sharp-shinned hawk chasing down a mourning dove.

Cobra. Dog. Mountain.

Forward bend lunge. I want my sketches to be like finished work, but have never been much good at sketching. I photograph animal tracks. Blue shadows. Wingtips pressed into snow. Chaos of dove down and feathers. Some blood.

Does self wear out like muscle and bone? Does it turn white and thin like hair.