Tracey Ormerod

Canadian Nature Photographer | Writer

Obscure

September 16

A seagull feeding in the mist and unaware he's being watched
When I approach them to take a photo, I wish I could reassure them. I can’t blame them for their fear.
I’m obscure to them: alien, foreign, unfamiliar.
In rolls the fog and we are both faintly perceptible, indistinct.
Here’s to obscurity.