When I saw the hawk perched on a dormant bird box, I stopped dead. I knew that any movement he might perceive could force him to fly off. Then, my mind went to, “oh, too bad the lighting is so bad.”
Of course, I snapped away, anyway, at least until he did take flight. But, I didn’t have much hope that the photos would be useful.
Then, when I brought the image up on my screen, I didn’t think about the technical quality of the picture. Rather, I felt something in my soul.
I realized that, regardless of whether you can see the definition in the hawk’s feathers, or a glint in his eyes, the photo has power, grace and tranquility all wrapped up in Autumn’s brilliance.