Ringed in white, clothed by light, an ash-throated flycatcher is backlit by the rising sun in the Troon neighborhood of Scottsdale, Arizona.
One of the problems with hiking early in the morning, apart from it being early in the morning, is that several of my favorite trails go east from the trailhead straight into the rising sun. While I liked how it backlit this mockingbird high atop an old saguaro, maybe the sun could sometimes rise in the west? The south? The north? I’m willing to be flexible.