There’s a distant Marsh Harrier across the water at RSPB Lodmoor. I’ve seen some wonderful photographs of it that were achingly close. I’m hoping for a similar experience today. It’s still a long way off.
I spend some time walking around the water and the marsh, yet it’s never close. It’s getting later in the afternoon and the light is getting poor. Whenever I look out, the Marsh Harrier is where I would have been if I’d just stayed still.
Then I see it.
It’s in shadow but it’s flying towards me:
Then it’s gone again.
I don’t like any of the photographs I’ve taken. Next time I’ll sit in the perfect place, with beautiful light, and wait for it to come to me. Sometimes you’ve just got to stop chasing things and let life come to you.