My dad saved up enough for his first camera, probably sometime in the early 1970s, and walked the woods behind his parent’s house in what’s now a suburb of Portland. Pine squirrels, herons, various elusive birds: He had a lot of potential subjects, but most of them were very, very camera shy.

In my favorite story, the young man’s wandering near a very large old conifer tree when he hears the squawking and scritching of a Pileated Woodpecker landing on the opposite side of the thick trunk.