The Common whitethroat has just found a high perch to his liking. Just as he starts to sing a low, steady hum becomes audibly in the distance. It grows louder and louder until suddenly 375 Clemens rushes past at almost 90 miles an hour. The train whips up a forceful wind, but the whitethroat keeps singing as if nothing happened. To him it’s just background noise. Clemens and his driver notice even less of the little bird. Two beings going about their life, so close yet oblivious of the other.
A quick sketch of an idea I’ve had for a while. I just love seeing how those little birds calmly continue singing while a 90-tonne steel monster thunders past at 140 km/hr.