So imagine this – it’s a gray, gray Saturday. But I’m lucky enough to be sitting inside a warm, sunshiny colored room, writing away with friends, Cindy and Mona. Around three o’clock, we all sat back and commented on what a great session it was. I personally added about 2300 words to my first draft! I was satisfied. I’d done what I’d come to do, gaining momentum on the first draft of a new story . .. . aaaaand gotten some face-to-face time with two of my favorite writers.
Noticing that I’d brought my camera with the big lens with me (I never go anywhere without it), Cindy asked if I wanted to go find the Snowy Owl.
“Nah,” I replied, looking out the window. “It’s gray. It’s spitting rain. I’m not experienced enough to have had much luck with gray day photography -”
“Let’s go,” Mona said, jumping up. “I love gray day photography!” Her enthusiasm is always so catchy! The next thing I know, we’re all piling in the car and driving to the spot where Cindy and her daughter had spied the beautiful raptor a couple weeks before.
Now, I have a confession to make. Whenever I encounter wildlife, or a beautiful setting unexpectedly, I get teary. The first time I saw triplet eaglets . . . my first loon chick . .. fox kits . . . a gorgeous full moon rising up through a purple sunset sky . . . .
Very geeky of me, I know, but I do.
This time was no exception. As we neared the location, Mona gasped and said, “Look!”
My eyes filled, to see this magnificent creature fluffing up and preening at the top of a light post.
We slowly and quietly got out of the car and the Snowy Owl glanced our way with it’s yellow eyes.
Another photographer came to introduce himself to us and told us how he’d come and found this Snowy Owl perched in the middle of the field. Right before we’d arrived, it had flown toward him to perch on the light post in the middle of the parking lot.
I’d like to think it knew we were coming. Okay, that’s impossible, I know. But the timing couldn’t have been more perfect. We spent close to an hour standing there, ooohing and aaaahing. I snapped photo after photo, hoping I’d be able to capture it’s beauty.
I’m so glad I have friends who are willing to push me to try . . . not letting me listen to my own doubts. This Snowy Owl was a wonder to behold.
And as it turns out, I did get some pretty good photos. Gray day and all.
