a ditched bald eagle
weary trafic on the road
the horrendous December blizzard
Last Christmas, my husband and I braved traveling in the blizzard to see my son in Colorado. The traffic crawled but fast enough for me unable to capture the photo of a bald eagle in the ditch. At first, I thought it was dead but it began to poke at the snow. Even the mighty eagle could not fly in the snowstorm and was taking a refuge in the brush by the road. And because it was a bald eagle that was ditched, it struck me with a profound emotion that made me mutter the three phrases that didn’t nearly satisfy me….