They say that seeing a cardinal signifies a visit from someone who has passed.
I find that capturing them on film is difficult. No matter how I hold my breath and try not to move, they seem to vanish into thin air. Much like hanging on to the image of a loved one when you see them in a dream, or hear their voice in your head.
I am not a good photographer, but occasionally I can surprise one, capturing the image before it flees.
Today, I am thinking of two people who departed our world last week.
An old friend I hadn’t seen in years – gone too soon – taken by cancer. And a dear friend’s father who lived a long, full 86-year life.
Perhaps the cardinal’s skittishness is a reminder to appreciate those we love while they are here. Before we know it, they too may take flight, leaving only memories of their vibrancy.