The Watcher on the Fence
Perched atop a weathered metal post, the Northern Mockingbird holds its ground—gray feathers sharp against a pale sky, eyes fixed on something just beyond the frame. The fence is rusted, forgotten. The bird is not. It waits, not for flight, but for silence to break. Known for its mimicry, it listens more than it sings, absorbing the world’s noise and turning it into something sharper. The background blurs into gray and green, but the Mockingbird remains in focus—an emblem of resilience, memory, and quiet rebellion. It doesn’t ask to be seen. It dares you to look.
My latest photography is now available for purchase at crsimages.pixels.com/, featuring prints, framed art, and more from my curated collections.
The Watcher on the Fence
Perched atop a weathered metal post, the Northern Mockingbird holds its ground—gray feathers sharp against a pale sky, eyes fixed on something just beyond the frame. The fence is rusted, forgotten. The bird is not. It waits, not for flight, but for silence to break. Known for its mimicry, it listens more than it sings, absorbing the world’s noise and turning it into something sharper. The background blurs into gray and green, but the Mockingbird remains in focus—an emblem of resilience, memory, and quiet rebellion. It doesn’t ask to be seen. It dares you to look.
My latest photography is now available for purchase at crsimages.pixels.com/, featuring prints, framed art, and more from my curated collections.