Sunrise, Sandhill Cranes, Harriers, memories of Asheville, NC
I woke up around 6:40 am and I arrived at The Florida School of Massage during the nautical twilight and by the time that I left the building with camera in hand the sky had already shifted into the civil twilight. Within a period of 2 minutes the sky shifted from black to blue. I stayed up last night and discovered all of these different terms for twilight, before reading about these terms it was just night or day for me. I drove .5 miles from FSM to the outlook at the prairie ready to film my first sunrise at Paynes Prairie with a tripod, and the intention of leaving the camera in place to capture the whole event. Its cold around 40 degrees but I actually felt warm with excitement. It was looking pretty cloudy.
I began thinking how out of touch that I have gotten with nature. Now where exactly is the sun going to come out? I knew which side of the road just not precisely enough for a close up. I was pretty close but was I close enough that I could have the camera already set in a close up position to capture the beautiful event with out having to move the camera over a few centimeters? I set up the camera where I thought the sun would be popping up. I turn on my SLR camera to capture some still shots while the video camera is filming the horizon. I see a bunny hopping through the brush. I met a guy who was doing almost exactly the same thing that I was doing, video camera on tripod and SLR for still shots. He pointed out a bird called a Harrier that I was able to get a few pics of. The cry of an eagle was far off on the top of a light post. The sun rises behind thick clouds. I stay and take pictures of the harrier then a few sand hill cranes. Then the cranes keep coming and coming and coming. I am getting hungry. I reflect on a day years ago playing a show in Asheville where there was delicious food for all of the bands and people at this festival and I remember all of the people coming from different directions to get some delicious food. I pretend that the sandhill cranes are like us waking up from different parts of the prairie and excitedly flying to a shared communial location. I fantasize about how they are meeting up to greet the morning and eat together. I am getting hungry, I dont remember the food that I ate at that festival but I remember the sense of community and feeling like I was really living my lifes purpose, a little rough around the edges but going for my dreams and having a good time doing it. That was the year that I broke my toe minutes before we were supposed to go onstage and play. Yes I droped the 50 pound amp that I later named the bone crusher on my left foot. Pain swept in so quickly that I had to ask someone to take my shoe off for me. I ended up playing the show with my toe in a bowl of ice in the middle of freezing winter in asheville, Mindy Rohrbacher on drums, Becky May playing something. The details are vague but the memories of friends carrying me up and down the side of the mountain have me reflecting on these sandhill cranes. What a beautiful morning. As I am photographing the birds. They keep coming from similar yet different directions in packs and some just a little ahead or behind the gang. I have completely forgotten about the cold as I follow them with the camera hardly ever leaving my face.
I flash back to being 8 years old and playing duck hunt on nintendo. Man I was good at that game. Click Click Click click I got another one I missed that one, wo there is one coming in close can I get it. This is the closest that I will ever get to hunting. Now I think my nintendo duck hunting skills are really starting to pay off. : ) It’s nice to know that I didnt waste an entire summer playing duck hunt. Considering that I was born raised and still currently a vegetarian I do think that is the closest that I will ever get to hunting.
I just arrived home it’s 9:18am I am charging up my cameras and trying to get myself warm. Hopefully there is space on my computer to load up this mornings pics. The only thing that I can find to eat that takes the minimal amount of effort and time is a boiled egg. Got to stop eating these I think. It works, its food, but sometimes it grosses me out if I can taste too much of the animal in it. This particular egg I am thinking taste like wet dog. I can’t eat the eggs if there is a blood speckle in them. This particular one does not have the blood speckles. Boiled eggs also smell like farts so I don’t eat them around other people, unless they are eating them too. Otherwise they might think that I like eating things that smell like wet farts. Blessings to the chicken whose egg I just ate and chicken that never came to be through this egg. I can only eat the free range cruelty free eggs. Now I a remembering why I didnt eat them for 10 years or so. I need to go to grocery store.
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