Jordan Lake Dam, Golden Hour Bald Eagle

There were four of us friends, waiting as the sun eased down the sky, approaching the golden hour.
It was windy, cold and my long day had started out in the wee hours chasing the lunar eclipse.
We watched the sky looking for the long wings and great body of a bald eagle.
As the air became gilded with the setting sun, an eagle appeared.
She landed and we watched as she looked for a fish.
When she finally launched it was to head down river into the shadows.
We sighed and headed home in the remnants of the beautiful light.

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