June 8
She calls out in a plaintive, longing way, the call that echoes over water and weaves through trees.
We stop. I lift my camera. Her wings spread to fly up. Her tail dives to go under.
Fear and doubt can do that to a girl.
Vacillating
She calls out in a plaintive, longing way, the call that echoes over water and weaves through trees.
We stop. I lift my camera. Her wings spread to fly up. Her tail dives to go under.
Fear and doubt can do that to a girl.