My wife and I were back out at March’s Point last week, doing what we usually do on a quiet morning: binoculars at the ready, camera up, patient, waiting to see what shows up. Bald eagles pass through there often, but most of the time it’s just a white-headed blur heading somewhere else. This one stopped. And it looked right at us.
I got low, held still, and let the 600 mm long lens do the rest. What came back is one of my favorite bird portraits yet. That yellow beak, the gold eye locked on mine, every feather sharp enough to count. This is the shot that reminds me why I keep going back to this stretch of shoreline.
Look close at the leg in that photo and you’ll notice something wrapped around it. Maybe a band, maybe a tag. I don’t know the story behind it yet. Somebody out there does, and I’d love to find out.
This is what I mean when I remember my motto “The Wild Pacific Northwest, One Frame at a Time.” One eagle, one long stare, one moment that stopped me cold at the water’s edge.
Have you ever locked eyes with a wild animal and felt like it was studying you right back? Maybe they wished they had a camera, too?
Please have a great week! Remember, you can see more of my photos at https://risingmoonnw.com
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