“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore— Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!” Quoth the raven, “Nevermore.” Edgar Allan Poe, The Raven

Well, OK, a crow. Taken on the Marin Headlands during an enjoyable afternoon of shooting with Dee Golden on Saturday. Dee actually noticed the crow before I did.