There is no one there. Just the Sun comming up; soft breeze in the crown of the trees; cool, early morning air and the chatter of the first birds of the day. The crunch of gravel under foot as the equipment is readied for the morning excursion. It will be a bright, if not overly hot, day: let come what may. A pond down an embankment is being played by Avocets and ducks. A thick stand of trees and brush is vibrating with darting birds. One voice is almost non-stop. It is one of the target birds of the day...Yellow Warbler. Sun beating on the back of the neck, (the hat was carelessly left at home) and a light film of moisture has begun to collect on the brow and back. It does not matter, the day will be what it will, what one makes of it. A brilliant yellow charges into view. The Sun could not be more resplendant. Several images are captrued. In that moment, that brief interlude, all is focused on the bird; the heat is not a factor. Will it look as good on the comuter as it did in the minds eye. Funny, the mind sees the ideal image, the perfect shot. The camera sees only what is there: no wishful thinking. Move on, now there are more birds to see, a good day to enjoy: yes, a good day to enjoy.
This is a bird for the list.
