A mile of walking and I arrived at a good spot to take a stand under the cypress trees. Sitting against the old cypress trunk, two barred owls called out, two pileated woodpeckers cackled and cracked bark. Pink Floyd Dark Side of the Moon cued up so I decided to spend the next forty minutes listening and waiting to see if the hammock would accept me and reveal the hidden. With the heavy 180mm with the TC201 resting in the lap, camera bag off the back, the lunatic, was resting upon the grass.
The wind was strong, the sun going in and out of cloud cover. The owls never flew, the pileated stayed just out of reach as Floyd ended and Heartbreak Hotel cued. I walked to a new spot, spotted the pileated and got off a fleeting shot, their red hammer heads flaming in the sun.
On the walk back, the same thoughts transpired, the silent prayers. Less gall and bitterness today. Floyd has that mellowing way.
At least for forty minutes.
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