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Leaving the Lynx

When you lug a camera around you tend to frame things where you are as if it would make a good shot.  With the advent of digital you can literally take hundreds of shots free.  Erase them all and you are out nothing.  This wasn't possible back in the 35mm film days.  Film wash wasn't cheap and neither was the processing.  Today picture taking, once the camera and card are paid for, is free. 

One takes pictures of things that are usually disregarded, and the number can get into the  teens on a single subject.  After viewing the Lynx as the sun was setting, there is a rather long walk to get out of the marina.  Below are some pictures I took and a surprise that awaited me when I got home.  




This is the opening to Harborage Marina where the Lynx was docked.  To the right is a Coast Guard ship, the Joshua Appleby, that is a buoy and sea lane maintainer.  This is an actual, unphotoshopped picture, which I though was remarkable. 



This frame is the harbor as the sun is going down and an osprey sitting on one of the masts.




About now I, and others walking nearby, heard a screeching and we looked up and saw that an osprey had grabbed a rat or a rabbit or or something and we heard the last final screams of its life.  The guy behind me said that the bird had just found supper.  It was kind of unsettling, but I know that's nature and well, predators hunt, and little things end up being meals.  I tried getting a shot, but the bird was too quick and I was too slow, something the little creature learned too late.     



I got another shot of the mouth of the harbor because the moon was striking and, again, this has a mysterious, ominous look to it.    




I am fond of ship names.  And I found this to be particularly insightful.




About then another bird was approaching, and decided to start taking pictures with the hopes that I might get lucky.  He was pretty high, and I didn't see anything dangling from its talons, so figured I'd just be erasing a bunch of pictures of a bird flying. 



I followed this guy for a few shots.



But, frankly, it didn't look like I'd see an example of nature's food chain in action. 



Still, it was worth sticking with it a bit since it is all free, right?   




When I got home I did a little enlarging and noticed something sticking out that shouldn't be there, so enlarged it even more.





Pulse quickening just a bit, and, hey, you photographer's out there, you just never know what you'll get in taking burst mode shooting.  Not knowing at the time, it was a thrill to see, once home, that my bird, had indeed, found supper and I got it!  

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