I had been out since mid-afternoon, from when the light had begun to mellow and what a lovely afternoon it was. It was one of those afternoons that are a delight in themselves. However, several hours later I still had nothing to show for it. I had taken a few photos, but nothing of note and probably nothing that I will keep.
The afternoon wore on into early evening and I could see that a storm was riding in on winds from the north. I figured that it wold soon be time to call it a day and started to head back. Driving steadily among open fields I still kept scanning up, down, left and right for birds, because you never know what is around the next corner. Nothing showed.
As the sun sank lower and began to light storm clouds from underneath a bird shaped object came into view. As if out of nowhere a buzzard flew by. I jammed on my brakes, leapt out of my car and steadied my lens as best I could to get a shot. I took several pictures, but only one was sharp enough to keep.
I’ve taken silhouette photographs of birds before, plenty of times; but never against a sky as crazily coloured as this one. Just after getting back to base the sun turned off, lighting turned on and rain started hammering down. I think I got the timing of that particular outing just right.