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.
She lilts as sun spins to her other side Rivers of “blood” move into her heart Bringing with it a coolness that triggers events
“You again”, she says. “What can I do for you?” “You know. Just do whatever you do. No expectations.”
“I like you. You’re easy.”
The music begins and slowly starts the crescendo. Blackbirds panic in perfect harmonious murmurations Clouds can’t decide whether or not to stay for the whole show But we’re ok with that, they always end up contributing Woodwinds blow through triplet leaves in perfect step Songbirds strike out in dance, eating gnats and flies And percussive rustles in hidden shadows offer sweet backup
“Lovely, lovely!” I blurt like an unruly audience member. Everything stops for a second. She smiles. Behind the acoustic wall of mountains Clouds have joined in, dispersing sun’s energetic offerings
Sky on fire, sky on fire! Reflected glory, blood cells in her heart It’s all just too much, this orchestra of masses Organized, seemingly chaotic, symbiotic
Within minutes, the wave returns to its ocean A brief silence broken only by wind’s persistence Wind hates to stop the jam.
“How’d we do?” she asks. “Brilliant, as usual my dear. Thank you.” I bow to her. “See you tomorrow?” she asks. “Of course.”