I once told my best friend a story about going to the river. Today it was cold, bleak..... and a good day for a walk. Down the closed lane, about half a mile, there is a very special place.
Here.... there be eagles.
This day, the eagles soared in greeting. Spiraling over the river, passing within feet of each other, the birds showed what true enjoyment in life is all about.
For my friend.... images...... because what can I say that's not said better by an eagle on the wing?
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And there is a Catskill eagle in some souls that can alike dive down into the blackest gorges, and soar out of them again and become invisible in the sunny spaces. And even if he for ever flies within the gorge, that gorge is in the mountains; so that even in his lowest swoop the mountain eagle is still higher than other birds upon the plain, even though they soar.
Herman Melville - Moby Dick
that last photo is amazing! The feathers spread at the end of the wings!
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