As I drove home the long way on my coffee break, I saw a bald eagle, perched on a bare branch high in a tree over the Little Susitna River. I stopped, got out, got as close to it as I could without falling into the river, took a few pictures, got back into the car and continued my journey toward home.
I was tired, weary, lacking in energy. I did not want to do anything that I did not have to do. "That's it," I told myself. "This will be my one picture for the day. I will shoot no more. I will post just this one."
When I arrived home, I was surprised to see Lavina's car idling in the driveway. The fact that it was idling told me that she was keeping it warm because Jobe had fallen asleep on the drive out and was still napping.
I peeked through the glare and the images of bare trees reflecting off the windshield and, sure enough, there was Jobe, napping peacefully.
Sorry, eagle.