Walking Into My Past
St. Michael, Barbados
The heat was in the air and the lovely breeze from the beach was welcoming. The little sparrows darted everywhere as I tried to take a shot. A moment of rest on the wing gave me an opportunity and I accepted.
Hunting birds in my youth was big thing for me. It was me against the wild. I became very clever with the gutterperk (slingshot). My mastery of the gutterperk was so good that I often predicted where on the bird’s body I was going to hit.
But I never hunted sparrows. They were just too small and lovely. Thankfully, I no longer hunt birds. The camera has now become my gutterperk.
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