Today a white tailed sea eagle flew right past my head as I was digging in the dirt my breath stopped in my throat I once had a golden eagle fly in front of my car at Lake Crescent both times two times lucky to have seen such wonderment such feral beauty
(obviously not my photo because it isn't fuzzy)
posted by Radish King at 9:05 PM
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Yesterday I saw a juvenile hawk sitting on the ground in the woods, probably eating something. As I passed by, he spread his wings which seemed impossibly huge, and flew up into the lower branches of a nearby tree and simply stood and looked at me as I took his picture which is, by the way, very blurry.
I have promised myself did so promise when I was barely eight never to forget to look around. I think this is what made me a writer I think it is the same thing that made my son a photographer. It is how we (and you) observe the care we take in noticing (every every thing.)
xo
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