Lately I have had the absolute pleasure of hanging out with the wildlife at the lake park situated in the middle of my city. I’ve been on missions to capture the looks in the eyes of the ducks and the geese as they go about enjoying being what they are. There are bigger birds local to the area, but they (relatively speaking) rarely land.
Yesterday, though, as my husband and I were riding our bikes through Mill Lake park to work, there was the most magnificent eagle perched on the log in the middle of the lake. This is a spot usually reserved for the smaller, more abundant lake residents – like the seagulls – but yesterday it was solely possessed by this giant of a bird who looked so out of place, he appeared to have landed just to pose for me.
I didn’t have my camera.
I had my iphone, but it was in hubby’s possession and he was on a different mission. I had to let the eagle go. Like with most of the beautiful truth that comes by revelation, that comes up from within, or that trickles down from above (in this case, landed from above) I had to but take a picture in my mind, and send it back to where it came from – without any “proof” that it was ever there.