Along the northern shore of Lake Minnetonka, one eagle pierces the surface for its catch while two others clash mid-flight above—fighting for what was never theirs. A photo session stretched over three days now lives in a single canvas, capturing the vision that had stirred in me long before the shutter closed."
The Willow and the Redwing
Beneath the soft bloom of the willow, a red-winged blackbird perches with quiet pride—its colors like flickers of fire against the calm sky. A moment of balance between song and stillness.
When the Sun Took Shelter
In the last light of day, the sun sought refuge in the heart of the tree—its branches like open hands holding a flame that would not burn, but bless. A stillness where fire met silence.
Winged Silence Over Water
In a rush of blue and breath, two swans fly as if time itself paused to watch. The shore blurs, but they remain—grace in motion, held in one clear frame.
The Last Light on the Rails
Out of the violet dusk it comes—one engine, two eyes of light, riding a ribbon of fire. As if summoned by memory or destiny, the train presses on through silence, toward something unseen but deeply felt.
"The Gathering in the Woods – Minnesota Wild"
Beneath bare trees on a quiet Minnesota morning, wild turkeys assemble in a ritual of postures and pride. Tails fanned, feathers glowing, they speak the ancient language of the forest—where every stance has meaning, and silence holds the rhythm of the land..
LLove Is in the Air"
In flight, they remain silent—two mallards in perfect rhythm, their colors catching the morning sun like a living ribbon of the rainbow. Their stance midair is not just movement—it’s a page from a book that never grows old, a story written in grace and light.
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Lake Minnetonka, April 9, 2025 – Sunset
It rose like a quiet thought—graceful, unhurried—
carving its path through a sky painted in reflection.
The water, still as breath held in awe, offered back its image.
Time paused. Light spoke.
And for a moment, all was still, and all was known.
— Photography by Abdul Wahab Saifee
“Eagle Eyes” — Wayzata, East Side of the Lake
On the east side of Lake Minnetonka, just past high noon, I caught sight of something drop from a tree branch near where my bag hung. As I moved closer, two resident gulls cried out in sharp protest—loud, restless, and full of entitlement. They, too, feed from these waters, but theirs is a constant quarrel.
Then came silence. The sky opened.
An eagle glided in from the west, wings stretched in quiet command. It didn’t dive but followed a straight, measured line—tracking a northern pike below. With a gentle decline, the eagle adjusted its path, meeting the fish exactly where two invisible lines would cross.
In that sacred geometry of flight and water, the eagle lowered itself just enough and, with one sure stroke, lifted the great fish from the lake’s shimmering surface. It did not turn to answer the gulls. It had no need. It left with what it came for.
And I—I was there to witness it.
“Osprey Watch” — Suburbs Near Wayzata, July 8, 2025
High noon, just twenty minutes from Wayzata. My path crossed a towering nest and a moment of grace. An osprey stood with wings stretched wide—shielding her young and commanding the sky. Beside her, the chicks peered out from the nest, eyes alert, beaks soft and open, their feathers not yet ready for flight.
These birds are mighty fishers and even mightier parents. Their devotion is written in every movement. And though the sun bore down, the breeze was still, as if even the wind paused to honor their watch.
I stood quietly, knowing I was near something ancient and true.