A short history of my aquarium.

Saturday morning, on our return to Adam’s after gathering exotic wood from the Agassiz Theater in Harvard Square, and then breakfast at La Pro with Dan and Mark, we spied a skittish hummingbird dipping into the new feeder outside his back window. I ran to my truck to retrieve my camera, and then back to the room with the view, but the bird spotted my movements and flitted away. He’d come back, but disappear as soon as I raised my lens.

The fruits of my labor.

Adam said, “You need a blind.”

Yeah, well, not today, I don’t. I gathered my last cup of decaf and headed  home. The very next day I opened an email from Adam and lookee here: