Swallows in the air
We are wandering around Matera, a city in the south of Italy watching the Swallows. The city is vast and seemingly empty, occupying the hillside of a gorge and carved out of the stone.
The Swallows are so fast it’s ridiculous. They twist and they turn at every opportunity, catching invisible-to-me insects in mid-air. Their perception of life must be so different from mine.
Then I spot one at the entrance to a building. It looks as if it’s nest building so I leave it alone and wander off.
There’s one perched on a line with its precise beak and swept-back wings clearly visible.
Then we see another.
I try to get some shots of them in the air. With a telephoto lens it’s impossible. They’re no sooner in my field of view than they’re gone again. They’re coming towards me, I try to focus and they’re flying away from me again. All they show me is a clean pair of heels.
Then I realise some of them are on a loop. They come round the same corner of the same building and do a straight run. I set myself up to wait for them and sure enough one comes.
It’s one two-thousandth of a second frozen in time and finally it’s not blurred, and because I’ve been tracking it for a few seconds it’s also in focus.
I take another and then it’s gone.
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