Red Knot, Naples FL

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.

Shorebird on the beach, in drab winter plumage.

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.



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