been on a golden hour owling binge, what can i say? been out there three nights in a row. the first night we saw the owl, i had my camera settings all messed up and i was too busy screaming and happy cursing to get any good photos. but at least my friends M and T and Clyde were there with me to witness the magic.
trying to learn to BE in my body whilst seeing an owl. and it seems to be getting better. here are some of the best shots from the past few nights. i might go again tonight. there is simply no such thing as too much barn owl in my life.
have no idea if there is truly an owl season, but i think we are in it. just love going out and spotting them.
hadn’t been out there in way too long. my eyes were on the sky, its big orange autumn sun and the migrating masses circling down for the night. clyde’s eyes were on his video game and, of course, i was driving way too fast to be doing any respectable nature watching. there was no way to take it all in as we raced through the golden hour, trying to beat the clock against sundown. but this is how i’ve become, who i am these days and maybe who i’ve always been, constantly trying to take in as much as i can before another day is gone and then always feeling like i’ll never get enough, which, by design, makes it so.
and that’s when his tawny brown wings unfurled and lifted out of the brush. the barn owl. his wings stretched out and began to beat slowly. so slowly, in fact, it felt like slow motion. and there we were. him flying alongside me driving in a beautifully timed parallel. his body and his wingbeats framed perfectly out my rolled-down window. his moon face occasionally facing my face. eye to eye and it didn’t stop. we kept flying together into the sun. watching ahead, watching each other in between.
of course, i was screaming. the owl was flying silently, but i was screaming OHMYGOD, OHMYGOD, OHHHHHMYGOD. his open face, my open mouth screaming. clyde was asking me why i was cussing. (i didn’t even know i was.) our moment. it felt like forever. and then it was over.
but you must know. i must tell you that it will certainly never be over. not for me anyway. not ever. pure wowl.
(snapped these photos while we flew, but in my excitement, had flipped the dial to manual. oh well. i still love them)