Flamingo in Heathsville Sanctuary for Saturday Critter

 

Whenever indolence crept upon me, I would make a gentle escape to Healesville Sanctuary — a place that asked for little effort yet always rewarded the eye. It was my refuge for effortless photography, where birds perched in calm familiarity, and light played kindly even on the most languid days.

It has been a long while since my last visit, but I still recall one image taken with a modest compact camera, its humble lens far from the precision of modern devices. Yet perhaps that simplicity lent the photograph its charm — a red so vivid, so unrefined in tone, that it burned with an honesty no high-resolution sensor could ever reproduce. In its rawness lay a certain poetry, the kind only memory and imperfection can reveal.

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