Volunteers at the Birdfeeder

Summertime. The sun comes to visit in all its glory. We wilt a bit under the authoritative presence that fills our sky. Children of the sun seem to have grown up around our birdfeeder. They don't wilt. They thrive, and turn their sweet-smelling faces to the heavenly being they mirror. When I dive into them with my camera, I feel as if I'm diving into the sun, and the heat becomes more of a giftand less of an oppression I'm trying to escape. Notice how even the buds reflect the sun - they look like a green fire!