I could begin to discuss here the complexities found in definitions of professionalism and its opposite, but that’s for some PhD student to spend months pondering.
I just want to share this picture of a dead bird I took ages ago:
I like the exotic colours; the straightness and the thinness of the legs; I like the tragedy; the nobility of its chest that still looks like its drawing in breath; I think the wings held by its side are like a fallen soldier in his grave; and the wet road which brings some of the pathetic fallacy into the piece is perfect; the shadow beneath is melancholic; the wisps of the feathers add a delicacy to it too.
What kind of bird is this? I thought maybe a Citril Finch?