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
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
It flies away quickly, in a burst of energy.
"The voyage of discovery is not in seeking
new landscapes but in having new eyes."