I dunno. They’re just there. Maybe it’s the Holy Spirit messing with me a little. He knows I get a kick out of that.
Anyway…the birds. This heron has been a lone wolf around these parts as far as I can remember. One day he showed up and hasn’t left. Just the one. Well, once there were two, but usually it’s one. I can say this, he’s faithful to his little spot. There’s a branch that has made something like a sandbar in this little lake, and every morning he’s out there like a sentinel, just hanging out.
This morning was the first real cold morning of the season. The lake, on these mornings, reminds me of a scene out of “The Fall of the House of Usher,” when the narrator describes “the sullen waters of the tarn.” That’s my literary background creeping in on a gloomy morning.
Add the bird and you get a little character in there. There’s something about him that I like. Maybe it’s his constancy. Or his style. He’s pretty regal as he stands there, motionless. Or maybe it’s because he seems a little out of place. Maybe, he’s just hanging out there because he knows I appreciate him for no other reason than he’s there every morning.
There’s something to be said for presence.
Don’t look now, but I foresee a retirement filled with birding.
Oh, and I love the reflections, the mist… nice shots.
Thanks. And no about the birds. Just a couple of them entertain me 🙂
[although I seem to have really owned this never say never thing lately — or rather, it has owned me]
Well it seems the bird enjoys being appreciated. Can’t think of any other reason why it awaits you.
The heron is a lone wolf? Mind-blowing, that is. 🙂
ok. a lone-heron. 🙂
at least somebody thinks I’m funny. or crazy.
I see an avid nature lover here. Great! Nature is man’s best teacher.
Do keep posting the photographs.
I love the way you arrange your photos like a very short story, a sad one I must say. Loneliness is the feeling I got when reading this post. Thanks for shairng <3
Nice gallery. I like the fog.