Nobody looking would have thought I was driving down a patch of road I had endless times before. My eyes alert, I was soaking in the scenery as best I could while sitting at the wheel. Truth be told, I was hardly giving the road any notice. What made yesterday different from any other day of driving along that barren Wyoming land? The piece of black equipment occupying the passenger seat held the key. That new camera. I was suddenly seeing everything anew, hoping to find some unique piece of landscape that would lend itself to a photographic masterpiece.
Suddenly, my scouting eyes spotted him. I think time stood still as we stared each other down momentarily. A majestic white head peered at me through bland-colored sage+127.JPG)
brush. I caught my breath. A bald eagle. No doubt. The last two times I had been on this road, I thought I had seen one, but couldn't be sure. No mistaking this guy. He was reality.
I quickly pulled my car over to the side of the road, jumped out, and ran back toward the eagle like a mad woman. He was quite far away by now and I was sprinting steadily away from my vehicle out in the middle of nowhere. Not s+133.JPG)
ure it was the smartest move, but the majesty of the bird demanded my all.
With all the grandeur of a fairy tale, huge brown wings flapped upward. There it was, that gorgeous white head stretched out in front, leading the bird like a beacon to some unknown destination. I clicked my camera, but the fellow was just a speck on my screen.
Aware that I needed to reunite with my car, I hurried back, trying to keep an eye on the bird's swooping flight. When I slipped into my car, I flipped it around and sped back the other way, watching the prey of my vision. As if on cue, the big bird descended onto a large rock a ways off, perched with all the pride+130.JPG)
and dignity one would expect of bald eagle. I bolted out of my car and tried to steady my camera on the bird. It shook, the zoom maxed out and struggling to stay focused on the distant object. I snapped the camera. His image was captured. I took another picture. Another piece of evidence. Then, our rendezvous was over. He flew. I retreated to my car.
Turning around and continuing my journey toward Colorado, my heart was full. I could not explain to myself what was so magnificent about a bird with a white head. All I knew was that it was majestic. It gave joy to my day. I praised God. I felt it was a gift from Him to me. I think all of nature is God's gift to us. It's majestic because God created it and created us to enjoy it and thrill at its beauties. There is hardly a better example of such beauty than that of the mysteriously majestuc bald eagle.
Suddenly, my scouting eyes spotted him. I think time stood still as we stared each other down momentarily. A majestic white head peered at me through bland-colored sage
+127.JPG)
brush. I caught my breath. A bald eagle. No doubt. The last two times I had been on this road, I thought I had seen one, but couldn't be sure. No mistaking this guy. He was reality.I quickly pulled my car over to the side of the road, jumped out, and ran back toward the eagle like a mad woman. He was quite far away by now and I was sprinting steadily away from my vehicle out in the middle of nowhere. Not s
+133.JPG)
ure it was the smartest move, but the majesty of the bird demanded my all.With all the grandeur of a fairy tale, huge brown wings flapped upward. There it was, that gorgeous white head stretched out in front, leading the bird like a beacon to some unknown destination. I clicked my camera, but the fellow was just a speck on my screen.
Aware that I needed to reunite with my car, I hurried back, trying to keep an eye on the bird's swooping flight. When I slipped into my car, I flipped it around and sped back the other way, watching the prey of my vision. As if on cue, the big bird descended onto a large rock a ways off, perched with all the pride
+130.JPG)
and dignity one would expect of bald eagle. I bolted out of my car and tried to steady my camera on the bird. It shook, the zoom maxed out and struggling to stay focused on the distant object. I snapped the camera. His image was captured. I took another picture. Another piece of evidence. Then, our rendezvous was over. He flew. I retreated to my car.Turning around and continuing my journey toward Colorado, my heart was full. I could not explain to myself what was so magnificent about a bird with a white head. All I knew was that it was majestic. It gave joy to my day. I praised God. I felt it was a gift from Him to me. I think all of nature is God's gift to us. It's majestic because God created it and created us to enjoy it and thrill at its beauties. There is hardly a better example of such beauty than that of the mysteriously majestuc bald eagle.
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