This is a Painted Bunting. The bird himself is a stunning display of color and motion. Framed against this sea of Indian Blankets, it’s chaotic and vibrant and glorious. I took this on a quiet, cloudy morning with very few active birds. The sun had been hidden all morning - for hours - and I’d had scant opportunities. But for just the briefest of moments, the clouds broke. (Not!) coincidentally, the Bunting launched himself in this moment. (Not!) coincidentally, I was looking in precisely the right direction in this moment. The light - in this moment - made this scene spectacular rather than a muted, shadowed gray.