Lure of Redwing
Was it in the blustering, restless wind
the red wing did lift and sing?
Was this the place where our journey ends?
or do we again wing and begin?
The red wing blackbirds were going in and out of the reeds in droves, it was nearly dark and I could hear more than i could see. I held the camera against the kayak as steady as the rocking in the wind allowed and used a shutter speed nearing a second in length, giving movement to the reeds, blending and softening in the sunset.
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