Finally the tension was too much and it took off, flashing its best field mark.
I really love being a photographer. In fact, it's the best thing that has ever happened to my aesthetic sense. When you are used to documenting what you see, you become highly sensitized to what's beautiful. To light in all its moods. To composition. You're constantly composing the next shot.
These swans nearly brought me to my knees. I was so, so happy they lacked plastic neck bands. Because not only would that have ruined my photo, but their naked state meant they might be the offspring of captive-bred birds. Truly wild. Truly ours, Ohio-bred..
I wheeled as they went over, snapping madly away.
I love a white bird against a dark sky.
Especially wild trumpeter swans against a dark Ohio sky.