Capturing birds in flight is tough unless you have 25 years of experience like Arthur Morris or Moose Peterson. You need the right equipment; camera, lens and support. You need the right kind of light and a good background. Even when all of these things (and many more) come together you still need something else. Some elusive quality that allows you to capture the “essence of flight” rather than just a snapshot of a bird in the air.
Call it intuition. Call it the magic of the moment. Call it luck. Whatever it is, it’s as elusive as “peace of mind”. As alluring as a woman’s perfume. As intriguing as the Great Pyramids and as frustrating as old age. Some days I can almost taste it the moment the shutter clicks. Other days it’s like driving through a heavy fog when you can’t see ten feet in front of you.
I’ll leave it to you to decide which day this was.