Catbird Sings
I thought I'd missed my chance this morning. With the sun not quite clear of the trees on the far side of the lake, what sunlight there was on the opposite bank (where I was) was streaming through the gaps between the trees in shafts of golden light. A fallen tree trunk lay across the warm glow of one shaft and on it, landed a catbird, beautifully lit. This was the perfect opportunity. I raised my camera, took aim and turned the dial to focus on... the dead tree trunk. The catbird was long gone and I was left with the thought of what might have been a beautiful photo. The most distinctive thing about the catbird is not its appearance, which is grey with a smudge of black on its head, but its song which is glorious. It was the following of that song which led me to this photo. I then felt that I had, in some part, been gifted the photo which I'd missed out on earlier. In the light of the morning sun, that mundane catbird looked stunning: It is simply impossible not to tak...