What could be better? A large bird, moving slower than my speed-of-focus, with a decent reflection and without any distracting background. Of course, it would have to be a white bird: It’s always a challenge to manage the exposure to show the detail of the feathers.
“Daffodils,” I said.
“Narcissus,” said my friend. And indeed, narcissuses/narcissi they were, according to a docent passing by.
As I got this egret photo ready to post — deciding that the reflection compensated for the exposure — I wondered for the first time why the flower and the guy falling in love with his own reflection had the same name.
in Greek mythology, the son of the river god Cephissus and the nymph Liriope.
He was distinguished for his beauty. . .
He fell in love with his own reflection in the waters of a spring
and pined away (or killed himself);
the flower that bears his name sprang up where he died.