Sometimes kayaking on a lake surrounded by granite
boulders can be delightfully monotonous. And that puts me into a “zone” of
detachment from all surroundings. Especially on a sunny day on Watson Lake in
Prescott, Arizona. No matter, I always take my camera with me in case the rocks
have a new story to tell.
On this end of May, while gently kayaking from cove
to cove I noticed a silhouette atop the rocks. It was about 200 meters away but
it was unmistakable: an American Bald Eagle was resting majestically on these hot
rocks.
I was happy I had mounted the old 1960s Nikkor-P
180mm lens on my camera. Still, the eagle was too far for a clear picture, and
the kayak too undulating to keep my hands steady.
But I tried.
So here is what I saw first.
As I moved closer paddling gently, the eagle decided
to take flight. I quickly shot two frames, hoping for the best. Here is the
better of the two.
Upon closer inspection, I noticed his talons. I
could not believe that they were so prominently captured. So I digitally enlarged the
picture to show why the Bald Eagle is so unique in his posture and awe
inspiring built.
Yet, he did not go far, and found a lonesome tree a
few hundred meters away to perch and look at me. I paddled fast to get closer.
Finally, he flew away but not without allowing to
take one more picture of the flight.
… I now wanted to get to shore, to my car, and
quickly home. It was time to see what I had capture in that dark box of mine
through the heavy, scratched but still “eagle-eyed” 50 year old telephoto!
May 30, 2015
© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2015