Backstage Blue
A Blue Jay perched on a wooden surface, facing away like it was preparing for a dramatic entrance—or refusing to acknowledge the paparazzi. The vivid blue, black, and white plumage popped against the muted background, and the crest stood tall like it had something to say.
I caught it mid-pose, just before it flitted off with the kind of attitude only birds and runway models can pull off. The tail feathers were patterned like a mosaic, and the whole composition felt like a portrait of feathered confidence. I didn’t need eye contact—the back view said it all: “I know I’m stunning. You may proceed.”
My latest photography is now available for purchase at crsimages.pixels.com/, featuring prints, framed art, and more from my curated collections.
Backstage Blue
A Blue Jay perched on a wooden surface, facing away like it was preparing for a dramatic entrance—or refusing to acknowledge the paparazzi. The vivid blue, black, and white plumage popped against the muted background, and the crest stood tall like it had something to say.
I caught it mid-pose, just before it flitted off with the kind of attitude only birds and runway models can pull off. The tail feathers were patterned like a mosaic, and the whole composition felt like a portrait of feathered confidence. I didn’t need eye contact—the back view said it all: “I know I’m stunning. You may proceed.”
My latest photography is now available for purchase at crsimages.pixels.com/, featuring prints, framed art, and more from my curated collections.