Now the entire gaggle thunders upward, heads up, wings wagging, beating air, departing water…
And I feel I’m somehow part of the flock, clicking fast as I can and striving mightily to stay with the skein as they form up hundreds of meters above the pond.
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Arthur P. Johnson is an award-winning creative professional with 30+ years of experience in advertising, product development, screen writing, and television and web production. He has loved photography all his adult life and now he's doing it all the time. It's exciting, exhausting and scary, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
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