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Story of the Eagle:
Once upon a time, there lived an ambitious photographer (me) who lived in a cottage in the woods by a river. She was blessed with the opportunity to see and photograph countless birds of prey. …okay… enough with the fairy tale bit. …
As I said, because of where I live, there are a lot of birds of prey in the area. Just the other day, a family of five osprey flew over my property, heading from the river to the lake up the hill. Yes, five! That is an unheard of number. At the top of the hill, by the lake, there is a beautiful open field. This field is actually a miniature airport runway, but still, it is home to many a rodent, and therefore, birds that like to eat them. A falcon lives there, and a hawk for sure. Once, on a rainy day, I saw the falcon sitting on a fence post, all fluffed up and angry looking. Alas it took flight before I could get its picture. On my regular rout to school, I see hawks and eagles frequently, perched on power lines poles. My point is, there are a lot of birds to take pictures of. Even bald eagles!
So naturally, I decided that I would get a picture of a bald eagle. I asked around, and hunted the river edges, and figured out where their favorite places to sit around are. I’ve seen them before, but I have always failed to get a picture of them. Either they were too far away or they flew off too fast or I didn’t have my camera with me. Well, enough of that. Now I am taking my camera everywhere I go. And now for a tangent in the story…
Cottonwood trees are fast growing and sweet smelling. When the wind blows, little white fuzzy balls are blown off them and they drift carelessly about. We call them wishes. If you catch a wish in midair, you cup it in your hands, make a wish, and then let go. If it drifts up to the sky again, your wish will come true. If it touches the ground, it will not. Naturally, when I caught a wish a few days back, I wished to get a photo of a bald eagle. I held onto it with baited breath and let it go. Did it go up? Did it go down? It when straight! It was infuriating, but it just went straight over the ground, not rising or falling even a bit! What is that supposed to mean??? Well, I found out the next day.
I was taking pictures of my dog jumping into the river when a voice suddenly called out unexpectedly. “Look! A bald eagle!” I looked, and sure enough, there it was, in all its majesty and elegance. White head shining in the sun, and turning away. It was flying a distance off, and away from me, so I whipped up my camera, focused and took about five shots before it disappeared behind the trees. Then I looked at my pictures (digital camera), and my heart sank. It was clear, and sharp; a perfect silhouette of a very small looking distant bird. It was a bald eagle, but no one would know it from the picture unless I told them. Want proof? Here is a cropped version, showing a chunk of the picture. Lovely silhouette, isn't it.
This is not the end however. I vow here and now to get a shot of one where people will be able to recognize what they are looking at!
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