Imagine. Being so small. That you can bath in a few drops of water on a fig leaf. That was the very first light shower we had after the summer heat.
Playing with the new camera in ‘ultra high speed continuous shooting’ using Hank’s Tips capturing-birds-in-flight.
Of course, a fig leaf, a live fig leaf, growing on its tree, is not the most stable bath tub. It has a tendency to tip. Over.
And one would slide, down, ignominiously, to the ground.
But being a bird, you flap your wings in indignation. (So I put the car into Revenge …)
And flutter your way back up.
Now where was I before I was so rudely interrupted? Ah yes, the left, the sinister wing.
PS This post is about a lady. More photos of a Father and Son
Photos by Jurg,
words by Diana of Elephant's Eye