Yellowlegs

"Along the coastline, where the waves whispered ancient tales, lived a graceful bird with legs as slender and yellow as the sun. The Yellowlegs was a guardian of this coastal realm, its heart deeply intertwined with the rhythm of the tides. Each dawn, the bird would wade through the shallow waters, its delicate steps creating ripples that danced with the morning light.

The bird’s presence was a harmonious blend with the shore, a silent serenade to the land and sea that had nurtured it. The Yellowlegs had seen much in its long life, its keen eyes capturing time along the misty coastline. As a fledgling, it had witnessed the dawn of spring, the world awakening from winter; the bird had watched as flowers bloomed, painting the landscape in vibrant colors. It had seen fishermen casting their nets into the shimmering waters, their faces alight with hope and anticipation. The bird watched as they pulled in their catch, their laughter mingling with the sound of the waves.

Over the years, the Yellowlegs had seen many storms rage and subside. It had stood steadfast as fierce winds lashed the coast and waves crashed against the shore, only to calm once more under the gentle touch of the sun. The bird had seen the coastline change with the seasons; It had watched as generations of villagers came and went, each leaving their mark on the shoreline. The bird had seen the joy of summer celebrations, the sorrow of winter losses, and the quiet beauty of autumn evenings. And so the Yellowlegs remained through it all, its heart forever bound to the ever-changing, ever-constant coastline." – RDA

Black and White Photograph and Text by Robert David Atkinson.