When I looked through the pictures I made on Saturday with my long lens aimed out the den window, I noticed this one stood out. I almost didn’t keep it.
I remember the thrill of this White-throated Sparrow landing on one of the closest branches of the fringe tree and turning toward me rather than continuing to face the nearby feeder. I had to swing the heavy lens upward and refocus. I quickly changed my settings and went on shooting and admiring this beautiful winter visitor.
Initially, I found this shot out of place with its bright light glaring among the others’ dim; but then it hit me, and I can’t be reminded too much: life’s always brighter when I look up and refocus.
