Peregrine Flacons

Mottled wings spear the air, a grey flash and splintering. Stream lined heads sharply applied as if the wind itself tore through openings in the sky. The birds circle and swoop, dive and free-fall, tumble & soar, spiral high, riding a rollercoaster of avian ecstasy. We, the heavy-footed, chase with our lenses, aiming to catch these flickering arrows - most capture only a blurring blear. Whoever reacts ahead of a second-thought may snatch an image, as their swift jiggering flights leave us standing momentarily turned to stone.