It's funny...just one of those 'couples' things. We first started calling little birds like this 'bakery birds' when we came across them outside Boston cafes and patisseries. Cute, round, chirpy little guys picking up crumbs and hopping to and fro. Whether on a city sidewalk or an ocean-side wind-blown tree branch they're all bakery birds to me. This little guy greeted me this morning. Sadly I had no croissant crumbs to offer. Perhaps I should line my pockets?
Thoughts and musings on the photographic process by a recovering film lab owner