It was a sunny winter morning, and I had been photographing eiders along the dock at Wychmere.
A sucker for a heron (of any shape and size), I hopped in the car and headed to the other side of the harbor for a quick look-see.
When I arrived, there by the corner of the dock stood a Great Blue; backlit by a rising sun that was making his feathers absolutely glow.
In fact, he seemed quite content; unusual for a bird that is usually so wary.
And as I shot frame after frame it felt like time was standing still, right there between the two of us.
I was almost afraid to breathe as the camera clicked away, collecting every detail that time would allow.
Still aware of me, yet still in no hurry to go anywhere.
As humans we assume that we are the observers; the wild ones, the observed.
Would it be such a stretch to think that perhaps we share more of a curiosity of one another than we may have imagined?
And wouldn’t that make us more akin, than different?
And a memory that would be with me forever. ❤