Fly Away Home
A few weekends ago, my aunt and uncle came to visit us in Monterey. One afternoon, we took a whale watching tour. Even if we didn’t see a single flipping tail, we figured it would at least give us a few hours of adventure out on the ocean.
So we all loaded up—the five of us and thirty of our closest strangers—to hit the high seas. While we were watching for orcas, we came across a bird floating in the water, a couple of miles from the nearest shore. He tried to ignore us, but I guess the boat and the rowdy crew were disturbing, and he flew off. Through my camera’s eyepiece, I was already focused on the bird and happened to be ready when he took flight. It was exciting to catch the entire range of his departure, even though it happened in a matter of seconds.
This brief moment was small reminder of why I enjoy photography so much. Each time I see those images, I recapture that feeling of invigoration— almost as if I were the one who was flying away home.