I spent many days from sunrise to sunset walking a path to get in position to photograph nature in the soft light of the morning. Then when the day was almost over I would pickup and begin my long way back through the woods to go home.
During the months of early spring or just as the cooler days were leaving often times I would bump into to some dear old friends. Not the human kind. I walked faster in the winter months since most everything was so brown but during the perfect season I slowed down to take in the beauty of the forest floor. It began taking on signs of such a lush greenery and the wild blooms lifted their tiny heads with a vibrant color that was sure to catch the eye of an admirer.
I was always especially glad to see, from year to year, the returning presence of my most sought after bird – the hawk.
I have built a nice size photographic library of images and stories I have made through the expiration of this profound creature and no matter where I seem to encounter them, hawks are always a welcome sight.