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  • I'm an on-the-run photographer normally. I see, I shoot, I smile.

    But this red bird stayed by the fence outside my window long enough to goad me into getting out my camera and taking his portrait. Now I am not a bird watcher by nature. I love to come across one, robin or crow or even the red-tailed hawk that I've seen once or twice on my fence, but to me they are usually invisible - voices devoid of bodies. Looking up. I see nothing but green leaves and bunches of dried leaves stuck in the many Ys of the branches. I assume these are nests, but don't see many actual birds aside from those city robins and crows. I'm more comfortable stopping time with a photo of a thing (cup or bowl or sedentary person) or a river. Rushing water, as impatient as it is to get where its going, is so much easier to capture. However, papa cardinal stuck around for a few moments and managed to pry me away from my crammed with crap schedule and breathe. This tiny little guy forced me into a little bit of quiet stillness - nature doing her job.
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