Mockingbird, Henne

I can't stay mad forever, and, as if to put an exclamation point on the need to stay here and fight, I discovered, to my disappointment and horror, that Canada doesn't really want me. To be sure, if I had some skill the government considered useful, anything from doctoring to teaching, carpentry to plumbing—and if I were fluent in French and at least 20 years younger—I'd be welcomed with open arms. But no one needs writers or photojournalists, particularly over-the-hill ones, and while Canada wouldn't mind at all if we spent half the year there, we'd have to go home for the other 180 days. So, although I have no stomach for battle, it doesn't look like I have much choice save girding my loins and trying to stave off Armageddon. I don't know if environmental consciousness-raising does much good but at least it's something I can do. This Mockingbird, captured in the Henne preserve with the Sigma supertelephoto, was good enough to raise my consciousness, along with my spirits.