Up ahead in the distance we saw it sitting there, its silhouette against the gray skies, a hawk.
Closing in on it at sixty miles per hour we’d be there in seconds…
Camera out of bag, camera on, window down, here it comes, shoot…passing it in a flash.
“Its a little blurry, dad,” she says, checking the shot.
‘Just call that soft-focus,’ I laughed.
For some reason around here, you can walk all you want within wildlife sanctuaries searching for Red Tail Hawks and find none. Yet, drive down the major interstate and you have a better chance of seeing one perched in trees over looking the roads. Interesting!