The colors of autumn astound me
a Beethoven’s Ninth for my eyes.
But despite all the many I’ve seen
there is ever the joy of surprise.
Picture the brave if arthritic photographer, dear reader, falling over the furniture trying to get a shot of this little guy without scaring him off. If he’d hold still, the camera wouldn’t focus. If the camera behaved, he flitted away. At great cost to my person and the order (such as it is) in my house, I got him! It doesn’t take much to make me feel like Clyde Beatty.