The Eye of the Beholder 3I1280
As a savory sun sank slowly below the cypress, a Red shouldered hawk claimed a distant nest box, placed deep within the ibis-filled swamp. A man passed by and uttering some advice. ”That’s some tough light, there,” he exclaimed. I nodded my head in gracious recognition and returned to watching the golden rays felicitously silhouette the raptor against a shaded tree line. I mused, “the best light of the day! And caressing this wondrous bird! It may be my favorite photo of the day.” And so an old adage holds true… that beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
The Eye of the Beholder 3I1280
As a savory sun sank slowly below the cypress, a Red shouldered hawk claimed a distant nest box, placed deep within the ibis-filled swamp. A man passed by and uttering some advice. ”That’s some tough light, there,” he exclaimed. I nodded my head in gracious recognition and returned to watching the golden rays felicitously silhouette the raptor against a shaded tree line. I mused, “the best light of the day! And caressing this wondrous bird! It may be my favorite photo of the day.” And so an old adage holds true… that beauty is in the eye of the beholder.