Confining the Self
It was cosy inside, looking out through the windows on a winter garden. Birds came to the feeder, rummaging for seeds. Camera poised, I tried to capture them through the glass. The mechanical ‘perfection’ of auto-focus is usually the most efficient way of snapping their rapid movements; it failed me. I caught only the glass and the foreground. A glimpse of distant beauty. Only a deliberate shift in focus allowed me to see true.