Fluttering in the Wind

1/1/2003

Lots to write about, so I suppose it's best to just get started.

The last month has been overshadowed by a consistent nagging pain that is my back, thrown out of wack. Depending on the day, sitting at the computer has been painful at best, and the pain dulls the senses. But that was then and this is now. There are things I want to remember, so I will write about them.

Maybe I'll start tomorrow.

Meanwhile I'll share something with you.

The smallest of birds can move a lot of air around. Really, they can. As they flit by your face and you outstretched hand, you can feel a tiny rush of wind as they whirl by, trying to decide whether or not to partake of the seed that is in your hand.

I set the camera for high speed continuous shooting, and stood in the trail for a few minutes after I spotted the first finch. He buzzed my face and my hand numerous times before he decided finally to partake.

For whatever reason, I really dig it when one of those tiny creatures wraps its feet around one of my fingers.

I hold still, very still, and in fact, I never did "see" this bird on my hand, for I was turned to the left, watching the viewer on the camera, to make sure that my hand was in the frame. (Special feature on this camera, the viewer flips to the side, and can be turned upwards).

It flies away quickly, in a burst of energy.

 

"The voyage of discovery is not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes."
Marcel Proust