Adopt the pace of Nature. Her secret is patience.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
If a feather moved at all, it would have done so only in a passing breeze. This morning, a hungry Great Blue Heron gave the prey no clue. The heron lingered… waiting. It was posed, ready to pounce on a meal when the moment was perfect. Until then, this bird focused with a steadfast gaze.
My arms grew tired holding my DSLR with a long telephoto lens, waiting. I had to shake the numbness out a few times. And then… it happened.Like a flash of lightning, the heron’s patient waiting came to a quick end. Clamped tightly in a massive yellow beak a large bullfrog tadpole became breakfast.
Swallowed in a massive gulp, the roles were traded. Soon, the tadpole would be waiting to be digested in the stomach of the large blue-gray bird.
For the Great Blue Heron, the time for waiting had come to a close. It stood for a moment- seemingly satisfied with the catch.
It turned and gave a skyward gaze.
Submitted for the Lens-Artist photo challenge #72 |Waiting