I’ve traveled a hell of a lot in my wayward life, both as a journalist and during brief forays into other professions. Such travel offers a glimpse of beauty in all parts of the world.
This eagle, flying past a sunset outside Juneau, Alaska, in 1984, was one such trip. Juneau, like Honolulu in Hawaii, is a landlocked capital, reachable only by air or boat, but the mountains that prevent access from the East also provide spectacular beauty.
Eagles, plentiful as pigeons in other cities, circle overhead constantly, looking for food to satisfy thier roles as vultures. I was hiking near Mendenhall Glacier late one day an following one eagle through my camera’s telephoto lens when the bird flew by the setting sun. One chance. One shot. The moment captured forever.