I don’t need any more photographs
of white birds.
– Overheard conversation
As I pass two unknown-to-me photographers on the nature preserve’s trail, I laugh ruefully to myself. I, too, have folders of photos of white and mostly white birds: great egrets, snowy egrets, cattle egrets, pelicans, storks, black-necked stilts. I have photos of white birds fishing and white birds catching. I have photos of white birds in trees and white birds on nests in trees. I have photos of white birds in the water, in the air, and in that exquisite moment when they’re in both. I have photos of white birds in reflections. By any reasonable standard, I can’t possibly need any more photographs of white birds.
