Photographer David Carlos provided the story behind these photos, taken Saturday:
I followed this guy about a quarter of a mile, from the ferry terminal to the fishing pier, until he rested on the breakwater. There were people around who noticed the eagle and remarked, “Lookit that bald eagle!” I thought, “Bald eagles never fail to conjure awe, no matter how many times you see them.”
Upon reaching the corner of the pier, I sat my camera on the corner railing, got on my knees, and held the camera still. It would have been convenient to have had a tripod handy, as who knows how long it would take to be in this uncomfortable position. As practice, I took many shots of him standing still. Aside from the beeping of the auto-focus, only an occasional seagull could be heard. I didn’t want to look around, for fear that the eagle would suddenly take flight. My left eye was pressed against the viewfinder, my right index finger lightly pressing the shutter button like a trigger-happy gunslinger.
When the eagle had left, I didn’t know which felt better: Capturing the bird in flight, or getting to stretch my legs. The hour of waiting and anticipating was actually only 15 minutes. But that wouldn’t have sounded as dramatic.