When I came upon the eagle I was excited to get a shot, any shot. It’s a bald eagle. It’s awesome. Part of me felt that the first shot was as good as it was going to get–relatively close up, in focus, OK lighting, fine. There is something odd and interesting about a bald eagle in front of a no smoking sign. But a shot of a bald eagle perched in front of a no… Read More
They came with an appetite. Bald eagles, once calmly perched atop the spruce trees that line Campobello Island’s rocky coast, now dive bombed seagulls and pushed aside cormorants until they and they alone could claw the fish on the water’s surface. And they clawed like hell.