When I was a young boy (young as in a single digit age), my mother would take me on long walks. It used to drive me nuts; not because I didn’t like walking, but because she stopped what seemed to be every 10 seconds to look at something. It would take hours to make it around the block. At the time, I suppose I didn’t have a lot of patience nor the ability to appreciate beauty in the simplest of things.
A few years ago, an acquaintance snickered when he saw an image I’d captured of a pigeon. It was clear he wasn’t impressed. He thought pigeons were dirty and and a nuisance. When I look at it I still see a colourful, wild bird that has adapted to city life.
It reminded me of when I was a boy going for walks with my mom.
So, if you enjoy this particular image of this particularly beautiful pigeon, you can buy it. Imagine having it on your computer desktop, or as a framed print in your office, or on the cover of your urban wildlife magazine, and remember to look for beauty where you least expect it.
Beaches Pigeon
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