Sometimes we don't see what's before us until we move on — or, in my case, don't see the picture until it's on the screen, as if my brain goes on auto-pilot when I focus the camera, and the photographic record become both magical and more real by capturing what I never knew I saw.
All of which is to say that when I went out to take pictures of the partridges in my neighbour's yard on the weekend, I didn't know I would end up so delighted by the image, below, of my neighbour's basement window.
I don't know what's reflected in that rippled glass, or what attracted the birds to it — the heat? the exposed grass? — but I liked the result enough to double-mat it.