What crazy folks besides me would be out here in the middle of nowhere, in the pitch dark? Dawn + men + trucks + dogs = hunters. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I realized each vehicle was occupied by several people and, here and there, a dog. Aware that I had come upon a conclave of sorts, I dimmed my lights so as not to disturb. There, along the hedgerow, was a succession of cars and trucks, maybe five or six, parked neatly next to each other. Almost there, I hit the gravel part of the access road and turned the corner. Off I went, an hour before dawn, driving along our dark island roads to reach the place. Having seen the place in the harsh light of midday, I wanted to return and capture it just as the sun peeked up over the horizon and provided what all landscape photographers hope for: long shadows, soft yellow light, dramatic clouds, colors of the morning. A beautiful landscape a couple of miles across the island: a broad, deep field framing a farmhouse in the distance. I arose early, long before the sun, to take my camera to a spot I’d seen some months before. I’m still alive to tell the story but, the geese? Maybe not. That is, the geese were the target and I was there.
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