Walking through Brookside Gardens, I saw a bird fly into this bush. We had seen some Red-Winged Black Birds and I saw red out of the corner of my eye and thought it might be another one.
Instead, there was a Robin. Building a nest. We watched it sticking its tail feathers up and moving around in a circle. It was nest to be able to see this nest at eye level and watch the Robin build it.
We stayed back and let the bird work. After it flew off for more materials, I reached my arm over and above it to snap a picture. The nest was empty but still wet from the construction.
I can’t decide if this is more cautionary tale of planning for retirement. Or a perverse love story to a woman who looks lost and unable to find peace after losing her husband, her life, her community. Did the upheaval of everything she knew lead to a life on the road? Was the view an escape hatch she leapt through when she has nothing else? It’s a beautifully shot film filled with trauma around every corner. A collection of people fractured by life and events out of their control.