Category: Photos

Everyday, just after noon, this small white and gray bird flies in settling on the frame of the sliding glass door. Just the briefest moment later, his routine begins – bend, peck, straighten, hop – bend, peck, straighten, hop – industriously moving from one side of the window to another, searching for a morsels in the crevice. Their actions, driven by survival, bring an instant of beauty brigtening the gray December day. By the time I notice, grab my phone, and open the camera, my tiny lunch companion flies away to continue his day and leaves me to mine. Like so many other things in life, the only preservation of this moment will be the memory in the eroding edifice of my mind.

so many moments

have already flown away

fading from memory