A dragonfly prepares for takeoff between flights. He makes sure that all fuel lines are disconnected, landing gear is prepped, and wings are warmed up. Once he's ready, or when he spots prey, he'll take off with a dizzying blast of movement, setting forth like a bullet fired from a gun.
In the evening, the geese and ducks gather on the shores of Lake Bond. The sun setting behind them, they prepare to settle down for the night. These ducks live here. Why leave? People feed them all day long, and nothing hunts or tries to eat them. And so ends another day, silhouetted against the passage of time.
Originally, I wanted to shoot a sunrise while I was in Chicago. I walked down to the riverfront at 6:30 in the morning, braving the biting, bitter cold. The sun never showed. I saw a general lightening of the environment, but the mist hid the warmth behind cold, wet curtains. At first, the only sounds were pops from metal posts expanding and contracting in the ice. Then, the geese began waking. I captured this image as a flock of geese fled the creaking, groaning docks.
