Musings from the Darkroom: Dog Days II – To Sing a Mockingbird


Friday morning, in his favorite perch in the bush under the foxtail palm, this fellow greeted me with news that the Dog Days of Summer are officially over.  This is the first time he’s sung in weeks.  The timing is uncanny with Friday being September 21st, the last day of Summer.  Below, he is yelping from atop the tallest tree in the neighborhood.