A mockingbird pauses on a slender branch just coming into leaf, turned in profile, its long tail angled down in a clean line of balance. Soft light falls across the pale breast and finely edged wing feathers, while the background dissolves into a smoky field of gray.
Known for its endless song, the bird here is entirely still, poised and watchful. In black and white, its elegance becomes a matter of line and posture: the curve of the branch, the lift of the head, the quiet tension of a moment held before flight.
