11/12/2025
I’ve always been drawn to eagles—their majesty, their power, their effortless command of the open sky. They carry the very essence of freedom in every sweep of their wings. Capturing this image took several journeys to Seabeck, each one a lesson in patience and quiet observation.
As evening settled over the water, the world grew still. Eagles rarely fly at that hour; by then, they’ve retreated to their nests, resting in the hush before dawn’s first light. But on this final sighting of the day, one lingered a moment longer—gliding through the fading glow. In that instant, framed by dusk and silence, I felt the rare privilege of witnessing grace in motion.