Look closely in the middle, spotted perch.
Saturday morning. Making my weekly phone calls.
Mother, brother, sister, a few others. Walking on the beach, light has already gone, camera still in my bag. Not even thinking of shooting.
And then I turn south. A haze that stops me. Light is harsh but filtered. A depth is happening in front of me. Foreground, midground, background.
“Gotta call you back.”
Poof I take picture.
Two minutes later I’m done. Camera back in bag, move on.