Weekly Photo Challenge: Threes or Life is Like a Box of Chocolates


IMG_1657-003A new photo challenge read: “Threes” — a photo story in three pictures:  a broad photo of a subject, several elements from it interacting with one another, and a close-up.”

I went through my pictures.  Some of them could work, but, I recently used them, so I needed something new. Mentally, I assessed my options: the day was a typical Missouri winter day – gray, cool, and windy, with no recreational (or photo) values of any kind. There was nothing special going on in town, either. Where would I go?

“Let’s drive to Eagle Bluffs, I said to my husband while we were eating our Sunday breakfast – I my usual cereal and he the leftovers from a dinner party we held the night before.

“Sure,” he said and reached for his binoculars.

Those who’ve been reading my posts know that my husband is a wildlife lover, and since Eagle Bluffs is a state conservation area about 10 miles away from us, it is one of the places he’s always ready to go. Over the years, I came to like that area, too, although the first time my husband took me there, I was disappointed.

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Not that I expected to see parrots or flamingos flittering around the Missouri wetlands, but with the name like “Eagle Bluffs” I surely counted on seeing eagles there! In reality, though, Eagle Bluffs is a series of ponds dug in a large open field, confined between impressive sandstone bluffs and the Missouri River, and it is visited mostly by Canada geese and a variety of ducks. IMG_6995Also, early in the spring, white pelicans make their festive appearance. As for eagles, after numerous visits to the area, we finally (!) stumbled on an eagle’s nest, hidden high in the tree that grows on a strip of land that is surrounded with ponds on all sides. Since then, we periodically check up on it, although it’s rare that we see its occupants.

Despite what I said in my Thanksgiving post, I love seeing eagles. To me, a person who lived without any citizenship for five years (the Russians stripped me of theirs when I applied for an exit visa, and the Americans took their time to make sure that I’d be a solid citizen (just kidding!), the bald eagle represents a new beginning. And since I rarely see them, every time I do, it seems special. (In fact, my husband and I saw one calmly gliding over our neighborhood on the day of Obama’s first victory!)

Half way to Eagle Bluffs, I began regretting my idea. First of all, we had recently had a snow storm, and the wetlands might still be frozen, in which case we wouldn’t see anything there. And even if we did get lucky, so what? While it’s true that my husband has nice binoculars (my present to him for his birthday), I don’t have the right lenses for wildlife photography, so I cannot take good pictures of birds anyway.

“I really need better lenses,” I said to my husband, driving carefully along the curvy road. “My lenses are not sharp enough. You yourself say that my photos don’t look professional.”

IMG_1445“There could be other reasons for that beside lenses.” My husband mumbled, not taking his eyes off the road.

“Like what?” I said. “I’m doing as well as my lenses allow! And the camera, too. If I am to improve, I need a full-frame camera and L-series lenses!”

Of course, the truth is that I don’t have to “improve.” I’m not a professional photographer who must spend thousands of dollars on expensive equipment. Still, as obsessive as I am, I may one day do just that, so it’s important to prepare my husband for that possibility.

“I need telephoto lenses, too,” I started again when we turned off the local highway, but my husband interrupted me.

“The water is still frozen,” he said. “We won’t see much today.”

“Let’s see the eagle’s nest, then.” I said.

We parked the car and hung our equipment around our necks – he his binocular and I my camera with its woefully insufficient lens — and walked toward the nest. It was still cool, and the sun seemed to be making its mind about whether it should break through the clouds and light up the world underneath, or pull the clouds up, like a blanket, and take another nap.IMG_6956

The nest was in its usual place, hidden safely up in the big old tree. Yet it was empty.

“It must be too early in the season,” my husband said.

“It cannot be early,” I said firmly. “Eagles nest in February.”

“Not this February,” he sighed. “Should we go back?”

“No, let’s walk around,” I said. “For exercise.” And we put up our jacket hoods, and pulled on our gloves.

We walked for about a mile, between the bluffs and a creek on one side and the ponds on the other. Yet we saw no birds. Not even obnoxiously honking Canada geese or scurrying around coots. Disappointed, we turned back. When we were passing the area with the nest, my husband said, “Too bad. No eagles this time.”IMG_6914-001

But, I seemed to notice some movement there.

“Are you sure the nest is empty?” I said. “Look through your binoculars.”

“It is,” he said, and at that moment, a white-headed bird landed on a branch by the nest – a bald eagle.

“Look!” I shouted, grabbing my camera and feverishly adjusting its settings. “An eagle!”

Whether it was my excitement that spooked the bird or something else, the eagle took off. He made several circles high above our heads and vanished behind a strip of tall trees on the other side. Had we been there a minute later, we’d never have known that he was there at all.

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“Oh, no!” I cried, pulling my husband by the sleeve – he was still pointing his binoculars in the direction of the bird. He put the binoculars down and said, “Should we drive home now?”

“Don’t you think he’ll come back?”

We walked around for another 30 minutes, but the eagle never returned. Feeling tired, we headed back to our car. Before I opened the passenger’s door, I glanced toward the bluffs on the other side, which, suddenly, erupted with a fuzzy, slowly moving cloud.IMG_7020

“What’s that?” I said, puzzled. And then it struck me. It wasn’t a cloud. It was … a huge flock of white-and-black birds!

“Pelicans!” I screamed. “Look, pelicans!”

The birds flew higher and higher and soon they, too, disappeared behind the trees on the other side of the wetlands. We followed them – first driving as far as we could and then walking quietly to the pond where they landed. I was walking first, my camera at ready, and my husband followed me with his binoculars. We were still far away when the birds noticed us. First, they began stirring, then several of them took off, and later yet, others began following their example. Soon, the whole pond exploded with white and black colors, while the sky filled with flopping wings and the cry of birds.

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Excited, I kept pressing the shutter.

“They are not pelicans,” I heard my husband say behind me.

“No? What are they?” I turned to him, immediately disappointed.

“They are snow geese.”

“Just geese?”

“Well, that’s not so bad,” my husband said. “We’ve never seen snow geese before. Besides, you needed three pictures, and see how many you got.”

He was correct. It was the first time I saw snow geese, and although they were nothing like pelicans, they were beautiful in their own “geesy” way.

“You’re right,” I said, and we started walking.

The sun hid behind the cloud, seemingly for good, and the wind picked up, but, I no longer felt disappointed. True, we saw the eagle only briefly and we didn’t see any pelicans. But, we saw something new, and, as Forest Gump put it, ‘Life is a box of chocolates. You never know what you get:-)’”

And now, here’s my “Threes.” It may not be technically proficient, but it is a story :-).

P.S. While I was looking at my pictures at home, I suddenly noticed a white head peeking from the eagle’s nest. It wasn’t empty after all! I looked again. The head appeared small and fuzzy, but it was definitely an eagle. Can you spot it? It’s not very clear, is it? You see, I really need a better lens :).

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20 thoughts on “Weekly Photo Challenge: Threes or Life is Like a Box of Chocolates

  1. What a treat! I am glad you were persistent somehow sensing there’d be more and then you were richly rewarded with that huge flock of birds. And, yes, I can see the eagle in the nest. It must be the female that was sitting on her eggs. I don’t think young bald eagles have a white head yet…

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  2. Having read this only now (buried in my pile of e-mails), I find that I must convince Bruce to take me to this magical place. Dana W.

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    • Good! Although you have to go with us, since it’s not easy to find interesting birds. Also, weekends are not good for that, since there are too more “nature lovers” driving in the area :(.

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  3. Svetlana, the Sandhill Cranes are heading north too, so spring will come soon. I totally understand “needing” that long lens.

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  4. Well, Svetlana, I can see that you got a nice picture of the baby eagle, and I can see the eyes of the eagle that is in flight. You are taking wonderful photographs, in spite of your “inadequate” equipment. (I can tell you NEED (want?) more lenses.) Hopefully, “someone” will get the message! Gloria

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  5. Svetlana – I really enjoyed this post, thanks for sharing your day. Your husband sounds like a doll. I think you had a GREAT day myself! I share your enthusiasm for the bald eagles and we too have a nearby nest that I watch constantly for any “action”. I love to see them soaring overhead and think you’ve done a lovely job of capturing him (and I DO see the head in the nest, maybe mom on some eggs????) Great job on the threes challenge!

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