The last days of 1998 found me leisurely paddling along a canal. The day was cold, but high above the sun shone brightly in a light blue sky and beneath my kayak the water was as smooth as a mirror. I spotted a buzzard observing his surroundings a few meters away. I stopped paddling and let myself glide towards it.
The kayak was cutting clean, beautiful lines on the surface. All was still. Suddenly, the buzzard took to flight and went after a duck. The buzzard caught his prize in mid-air, bringing it down to the shore with a thud.
From peace and harmony to the sudden drama.