I watched the eagles until my eyes crossed. Then I took a nap. But all day I carried my camera in my sweater pocket just in case. The first eagle passed around 7:10, but it was still too dark. I could hear them crying. A bald eagle flew by 10 minutes later; I ran outside, forgot my sweater, ran back in, forgot my slippers. In the shot he turned out as a tiny little dot. The rest of the day was like that. A bald eagle looked like a speck of dirt spot on my lens.
A golden eagle landed in my neighbour's tree. I knew he'd leave eventually, so I waited. My eyes began to water. If I blinked would he disappear? Sure enough. I glanced at one of my cats who was digging his prickly nails into my leg, trying to get my attention, and when I looked up the eagle was gone. How could he possibly know I looked away!
Sadly some of these photos aren't very clear because I shook from the cold. But the sunsets? Even I think I outdid myself.
|Out in the middle of nowhere, one lone duck.Amazing.|
I'm off to town for Christmas shopping today, but tomorrow no more photographs. I've got writing to do! I do understand how photographers become so obsessed over their work.
ps. I no sooner declared my commitment to give up photographing eagles and two golden eagles and a bald eagle flew past together. It was amazing.