Once again, it is time for the Friday’s feathers meme, started over at Ærchie’s Archive.
Today I share with you a small feather from one of the mourning doves that frequent the place. It was suspended in the stems of one of the tiny white asters (yes, that is truly the official name of that flower) that are ubiquitous on this small acreage. This feather was only about an inch long.
It took me a long time to coerce the camera into focusing on the feather, because there was a breeze blowing and the feather would not stay still. Also, since it was a very small and ethereal target, the camera seemed to think that I ought to be focused on the boring but less filmy and moveable mulch behind the plant and feather. But persistence won out, and I got this shot.
I was accompanied during this evolution by Blake, the five year old son of Jesse’s fiancee. It is always a pleasure to be accompanied by innocence and wonder on my travels around the yard. He is very focused on running and loves to play with Ruby. I get a great deal of amusement at the interaction between him and his mother as she attempts to make this young and active child pay attention to the (in his eyes) ridiculous and (in my eyes highly amusing and futile) assertion that he should stay clean.
We had just finished an episode where he was chasing Ruby full bore and slid to a stop on one knee, thereby producing a smear of grass stain on the knee of his pants. Look, anyone who dresses a five year old boy in light colored pants deserves what they get, in my book.
He was very curious about why I might want to waste spend more than half a second getting a photograph of that, or any, feather. The potential beauty of the composition was lost on him, but the miraculous form of the feather and the tiny barbs that hold it in shape was not. And so another eye for detail and wonder is being cultivated in the world, and this is not a bad thing at all.