The Hunt

The Hunt

I step out into the cool fresh air.

It’s overcast, just after a rain.

My subjects will be covered in dew; it’s the perfect time for a hunt.

I sling my strap across my back like a longbow or a rifle,

But I won’t be shooting to kill.

I spot my first target:

A tall bush with fresh white flowers.

They so innocently bloomed yesterday, unaware that it will snow tomorrow.

I must catch them now before they lose their purity, before they shrivel from the frost and turn rusty brown.

I step off the path into the wet grass and retrieve my weapon.

Removing the cap, I slide the lens to my eye and adjust my settings to account for the cloud cover.

There is a slight breeze; focusing will be a challenge today.

I wait for a gust to pass and quickly focus on my prey.

Breathing out slowly, I stay still.

Time slows down and I watch for the right moment.

Stay focused.

Don’t move.

Pull the trigger.

– by Rebecca Snow

I hope you enjoyed my poem and photos!  I often like to compare photography with target practice.  In both instances, you need to focus, aim, and shoot!

Thanks for reading!

-Rebecca