That look

I was hanging washing on the line this afternoon

The sparrows in the yard sounded agitated, then I saw this one caught on a branch.

I took a few photos since normally one doesn't get close to these flighty birds.

Looking over them and it reminds me of Howard Arkley's Nick Cave painting in the National Portrait Gallery.

The way everything is soft except the light reflected in the eye.

It is dizzying to stand too close to Arkley's work.

If you let it fill your outlook, one's eyes try to reconcile the depth of field.

Something about that uneasiness always seemed poignant while remembering Arkley died from an overdose as his career was taking off.

Just as it now was unsettling to watch the sparrow spinning around trying to take flight.