Watching and Waiting
Yesterday, while out with the dogs in Brodick, we took a stroll down 'Fisherman's Walk', the meandering pathway that many will find on their first time on Arran. A warm day. The light jacket already retired to the rucksack.
We sat on the shore drinking coffee from the flask and munching on salted caramel cookies just purchased from the Co-op. Effie (our Airedale) busily digging around me so I'm left on a small mound of sand and Lenny (a Giant Schnauzer) relaxes in the first few metres of the gentle sea.
On our return, two swans majestically glide overhead and make a graceful perfect landing on the waters of the calm inlet that rises and falls during tides. I'm blown away. I love seeing ducks land on water and these two giant Royal birds of the air descending in front of me is a moment to savour.
As I catch up I see them again. Determined to get an image, I run forward up the path and over to the left, ahead of the birds into the marshy grasses. I know the shot I want. Crouching as low as possible I wait. Their heads must be clear of the foreground but I know these random stalks are important to the final picture. Two shots on silent mode, The birds hardly notice and float by unconcerned. Happy photographer, happy swans.