Heavy early morning overcast provides an almost studio quality omni-directional gentle light that satisfactorily envelopes a liminal zone and any subject that travels it. I enjoy this kind of setting and salute the crew that provided it. It's joyful, just the Least sandpiper and its reflection, me and da kink in my back. Even ambient noise seems to momentarily disappear. Copious rain brings some treats, not just flooded basements and insurance claims that get denied, or are distinguished by high deductibles that rival the GDP of small island nations.
In profile the Least sandpiper's thin, slightly down-curved bill is well displayed, although not as radial as the blade of grass that is mimicking it; and of course, lets' not forget those exquisite amber-coloured legs.