Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Eagle Eye

Nothing represents the spirit of the wild more than the eagle. Soaring high overhead, he circled low as if inspecting my meal worthiness. I could understand his confusion, after all, I was splayed out, mid creek, enjoying my lunch on a sun warmed rock.

As quickly as he swooped in, he realized the camera looking back at him lacked carrion characteristics and hastily retreated for a distant roost.