I love mornings in Maine. Our house is on a bay and the sunrise and early morning light is breath-taking. No morning is the same –colors, tides, water flow are different.
This morning, I took my usual picture of the same spot to highlight the gentle changes of each morning. I leaned down to photograph an odd glimmering mass of spider web and water and an eagle flew over me. I heard the wings flapping and felt the movement as he powered upward.
It was both exhilarating and frightening. Had I reached up high, I could have touched him. That will definitely show up in a book! But I missed the photo opportunity