Moment of Decision
The branches of the trees lining the Haw River were tangled thickets of slate and branches of twisted nickel.
The sky was a shade of grey that gave little definition to the morning.
Abruptly the stillness was broken.
I had not seen the adult bald eagle until he moved.
He was a sharp-winged exclamation point of brilliant white head and flared tail in all the palette of grey.
I took the shot and he disappeared toward the river, leaving behind this image of his decision in my mind.
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