Cataracted Hawks Hunt Woods for Motion, Blur, Then Stoop the Slip Stream of Their Prey

I pray for days like these, when cars are lit. Fog is respite from the ache of holding surface as a clear horizon. Cataracted hawks hunt woods for motion then stoop into slip stream of their prey. I think all precision gone, all detail lost. Ana sort of counter intuitive, cause we generally think that precision and detail is a good thing. But here that's being challenged.