
This little wren was fearlessly eyeballing a big fat cat that was skulking around the deck this afternoon. The cat never saw the bird, which eventually flew away. Must be nice--having wings.
"All photographs are memento mori. To take a photograph is to participate in another person’s (or thing’s) mortality, vulnerability, mutability. Precisely by slicing out this moment and freezing it, all photographs testify to time’s relentless melt."— Susan Sontag