Wild Wings: Hidden in Plain Sight
I was never a bird person, but one day I was out shooting the sunrise at Lake Powell, and a raven flew right up to me and looked into my soul. Since that moment, I’ve looked at the world differently. Over time, I have begun to notice the small details, the variety of colors, and the enormous beauty in difference. The more I watch, the more I see. Now some of my favorite days are the ones when I sit in one spot, listening, watching, and waiting to see who will appear.
