It was a morning of unusual happenstance I was tempted to knock on your door anyway Wolves had chased me out of the woods Your present lay on the trail behind
Should I return to retrieve it Risking being torn to pieces? Well, if I am eaten alive Then I am good for nothing! Hmm, glad I settled that.
So, picking wild mustard and radish flowers I made you a fine bouquet. And brought it to your door. Knocking was futile….and dust covered your windows. Peering in, I could see steam billowing from your pot. Alas, you were not home.
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.