A picture is worth a thousand words, they say — but which thousand? Heck, which ten or twenty?
Take this photo of a then-unidentified bird, for example.
It usually starts pretty simply . . .
What the heck is that bird?
Then it takes the next logical step . . .
Boy, if my physiotherapist caught me standing canted to the right like that, he’d have a conniption fit.
But where it goes from there is anyone’s guess. Here, for example . . .
Stranded on the Gulf Coast beach, the red knot watched hopefully for its missing brethren.
Or even here . . .
The red knot looked seaward, plaintively. “Had ‘love and legs’ been worth what they had cost?” it wondered.
What strikes me about a photo – and what it brings to mind – can vary a lot, day to day.