you wait for a bird

It’s raining. You’re looking up at the American side of Niagara Falls with your one focal length, pondering the dark gray day, playing with the few angles available, half regretting the twenty dollar elevator ride to where you are, and before you trip the shutter, you wait for a bird, any bird, but hopefully one big enough to notice. When it appears, you fire and think the ride was probably worth it after all.

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