For multiple months, I have longed to properly capture the appearance of at least one of the various members of Tyrannidae, a family which is also commonly described as containing the tyrant flycatchers; although I have on multiple occasions observed them, I never managed to create an appealing photograph which contains one of the minuscule flycatchers. When combined, their prideful postures, elusive natures, appealing colour schemes, and happy facial expressions result in an enticing subject and photographic challenge.

This individual, located at the Beaver Dam State Park of the state of Illinois, to which I commuted with The Uncle, was behaving as though he was rather leery about my accomplice and me; the flycatcher hesitated before flying within a certain distance of us, because he occasionally suddenly veered to his right or left, sometimes fleeing altogether, when he gained awareness of our presence, although he typically did not follow this process of fleeing until he heard the sound of the shutter of my digital camera. After several repetitions of this procedure, although I had not yet acquired a decent portrayal of him, the phoebe entirely vanished for a couple of minutes, which prompted me to play from a speaker the pre-recorded song of another eastern phoebe, and the outcome of my decision resulted in the marvellous return of this minuscule flycatcher, who at this point perched within approximately four (4) metres of my person. Wishing to take advantage of this opportunity, I slowly raised to my eye the viewfinder of my camera and pointed at the subject the entrance pupil of the camera lens which was attached to the camera, which appeared to irritate him to a minor extent, because he became relatively jumpy and, to my amusement, took on an expression of an aggravated appearance, which is mildly apparent in this photograph.
Following the creation of several photographs during his perching, possibly after gaining awareness of the presence of my camera lens, the tiny tyrant attended a different location, which also facilitated perching, and, although I photographed him while he stood atop the bare tree, because the backgrounds of the images were relatively uninteresting when compared to that of the photograph about which this description was written, I did not declare the results to be worthy of the entirety of my process for the development of an image.

As the flycatcher approached a branch and became too distant to make possible the creation of a good photograph of which he was the focal point, because I, while understanding his potential motivations, inconvenienced him, I legitimately thanked him for his time.

As always, constructive criticism pertaining to this photograph, my writing, or any of my other photographs would be joyfully received by me, because I rather strongly wish to improve the quality of my photography. The sugar-coating of criticism directed at my creations, or even me as a person, is unnecessary, and it often simply causes the man who criticised my work to appear to have been uncertain about the legitimacy of the criticism which he gave to me. Although I attempt to extract everything which is beneficial for me from every situation in which I am involved, the lack of confidence which is displayed by those who vigorously attempt to remove any offensiveness from their criticisms leads to my suspicion of the lack of advice which would affect my creations positively. Please verbosely explain to me any flaws which are present in this photograph and were directly caused by me, e.g., clipping highlights or shadows, if they are noticed.