It can be the simplest thing that catches my eye for a photo when I am out late shooting at Mill Landing.
One last photo for the day as the sun sets lower and lower.
It might be a brown duck, paddling along in the creek.
Or a broken quahog shell left behind by some local fisherman.
Last night, as the light was truly fading fast, I spotted this lone seagull.
Gliding quickly back and forth, back and forth over the shallows, he was clearly in a hurry.
Racing to beat the setting sun, he would hover, then dive. Glide, hover, and dive, again and again.
Only to come up empty, each and every time.
Still, undeterred he would fly up again, hover, then dive…
Until FINALLY, he snagged just the meal he was looking for.
A big fat crab, hurray! And he was up and away with his prize!
Landing on the nearest mud flat, he dropped his catch…
Taking his time, he enjoyed every bite.
And when every tasty bit was gone I could see him in the dim light finishing up his meal with a vigorous mouth washing in the cool shallows.
It had been his last, most satisfying catch of the day.
And thanks to him, it was mine, too! 😉