All activity had ended. There were no more murmurations. Even the swallows and ducks had called it a day. A sure sign that all was finished. Even the sun had all but left the building.
There were two exposures already cooking in my camera. I let the camera rest, strapped to my neck. Ready to let the shot remain unfinished. Then out of my periphery…movement beyond the trees. A six foot giant….or great egret.
He was tired, and he ignored me. His glide path was sure to bring him into view. Snatching the camera up to my eye, I focused. I was using a manual focus Lensbaby, so getting him in the correct plane was imperative.
His glide was so slow that I had enough time. Focused, metered, placed in the negative space of the composition. Click. Sometimes these things work.
Hey! Oh, it’s you. Whadda ya doin? Can’t a guy get a bite around here without someone buttin’ in? How’d you like it if I walked up to your dinner table a took a picture of you while you were eating? Sheesh! The nerve of some people.
Hey was that you on the trail I jumped in front of a couple of weeks ago? Startled you didn’t I? Serves you right. I was trackin’ a rabbit dinner ’til you came along and scared it off.