Monday, March 3, 2014

Listening




I slammed the door behind me.  Cell?  Keys? Debit card?  List? Everything I need.  Let's go.  All morning was spent catching up on course work with lots of reading and writing.  Had I cut it too close?  Someone has told me that passing through doorways activates the brain.  Barely out the door, I felt a nudging.  Camera.  Bring it.  Pressed for time, I opened the car door.  Go get the camera. ( I must admit that my iphone has been my go to camera for convenience slipping into my pocket or purse.)  Slipping through the ice, I raced back into the house, switched the to the big zoom lens (for some reason) and was barreling down the driveway onto the grocery store.  Cake, frosting, salsa, guacamole, cheese plate, pork pot sticker, cranberry teriyaki sauce.  I had so much to do before guests arrived at six.  Turning onto busy Route 3 from the rural Crooked Road my eyes behold a sight that I never tire.  Our quaint little cove with rocks chiseled, edges sharp and angular.  It's mid-tide.  A car catches my eye on the edge of the road. A photographer in gear has lens poised for capture.  My eyes dart to the water.  An eagle swoops close to the water wing tips threaten the calm water when suddenly the bird elevates and begins the dance over and over again. My camera, yes the one I almost didn't bring snaps over and over in maybe a three minute period.   Following the show, the lone eagle flies toward hotel property near the threat of human contact.    Soon on one branch sits two regal birds just doing what eagles do and it takes my breath away.  I am so glad I listened.

7 comments:

Lee Corey said...

Awesome! Eagle sightings are amazing and especially when it seems that the universe helped prepare you for your sighting. Thanks for sharing these incredible pictures.

Jackie said...

My parents lived in Illinois for awhile near what seemed like a bald eagle sanctuary. It was fun to catch them on the craggy heights. My dad is a birder so we also drove downtown Chicago one Christmas to where he had heard there was a rare snowy owl randomly roosting or resting. There is something about the birding community that will always make me feel like I'm with my dad. When he came to visit me in Indonesia, he listened for birds that I had never stopped to hear before. Thanks for sharing the beauty and wonder of the bald eagle encounter.

patriciaadhahn said...

Listening to those small thoughts, I too am trying to listen better. Thanks for the great photos!

Leigh Anne Eck said...

Oh my goodness, what a story and beautiful pictures. So glad you listened to that nudge this morning.

Susan @ A Slice of My Life said...

I'm so glad you listened to yourself...it's so easy to shove that little nudge aside because of all the other "important" things we deal with. Gorgeous shots!

travelinma said...

Thank you everyone for reading and commenting.

travelinma said...

Thank you everyone for reading and commenting.