Photographing birds through a window in a rainstorm with no bright light was and is a challenge for me. I call it the morning meditation with birds in a storm.

The birds move faster than my camera settings so far, but I love the way it looks. Birds in a storm have a special attitude, I think; every move is precious. It takes a lot of patience and a lot of luck. I do love a challenge

It is curiously calming and even soothing. It’s a sacred art of the morning. I went out to clean off the car, and I’m not going out again. We didn’t get a lot of snow or wind, just light snow and ice and frozen things. I miss Spring.

The Raven sneaks into the photo, as always.