On every whirring wing
I'm a bit heartsore. It's just one of those nights, you know, where everything is sadder and prettier. I'm really only fit for listening to Karine Polwart and editing photos. Here's a photo.
In the lorikeet enclosure at the zoo on Saturday, there was a hose hooked up, spraying mist to keep the birds cool. I wanted to get a picture of one of the birds through the mist. I was sure I had ruined this shot by using too fast of a shutter speed, but when I finally got to look at it, I was surprised. You can still see the lorikeet there, but what pops out is the droplets of spray, and the gleam of the sun on the wet branch.
In the lorikeet enclosure at the zoo on Saturday, there was a hose hooked up, spraying mist to keep the birds cool. I wanted to get a picture of one of the birds through the mist. I was sure I had ruined this shot by using too fast of a shutter speed, but when I finally got to look at it, I was surprised. You can still see the lorikeet there, but what pops out is the droplets of spray, and the gleam of the sun on the wet branch.