O for a Little Peace

O for a little peace.


The kind of peace that comes…

When you’ve put into harbor, dropped the anchor.


And just for a little while,

For better or for worse,

The day is done.


Sunset at Stage Harbor, Chatham

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A Heron Green Kind of Day

Every chance I get, I run with my camera to be with the birds.

It can be the worst of days, yet just being near them takes me away.

Away to a better place.

Like it was back in early June, on the day I met a very special heron out at Cockle Cove.

I was out on my walk, feeling kinda’ blue and misty-eyed about my Marmee kitty who hadn’t been feeling well.

Searching for Snowies in the marsh, I had just come up and over a dune and there he was


Standing like a statue along the edge of the channel at low tide in all his feathered splendor.

I immediately froze, then slowly readied the camera.

I knew he was aware of me, yet somehow he didn’t seem to mind.

Clearly his focus was on the shallow pools in front of him full of tiny minnows writhing and wriggling to find deeper, safer waters.


Just watching him through my lens, I got completely absorbed in what he was doing.

Drawn into his world, I felt like I could stay there forever.

I marveled at his beauty, his balanced movements that were at once slow and graceful yet pulsing with that charged tension known only to the wild ones.


Just then he gathered himself as if he was about to mobilize.

The reason became obvious when I heard people approaching the dunes with their dogs.


In a heartbeat, he was off!


But not before I got a chance to thank him for the pleasure of turning my not-so-good day…


From misty blue to heron green.  😉

Stage Harbor Light – Autumn Attire

I love our Cape lighthouses during all four seasons.

But perhaps most of all when they are garbed… in autumn attire.


There’s just something about the conversation between light and color, this time of year. ❤

Gulls and Sanderlings – Opportunity and Abundance

When I got to Ridgevale Beach late this afternoon the clouds were AMAZING as I looked out from the channel bridge.


Down along the shore the clouds were even more breathtaking, and the water choppy as a stiff breeze and chill air reminded me that next time I need to wear more layers now that autumn is here in earnest!  😉


Just then I looked toward Cockle Cove Beach, and I noticed an animated bit of activity there among the gulls and sanderlings.


The sanderlings, one of my favorite shorebirds, were trotting along the shore, back and forth, back and forth, even more frenetically than usual.

Yet they weren’t following the waves, as is their usual pattern, but following the gulls, up and down the shoreline.


Yet as busy as they were, one or two of them would now and again turn to look at me; giving me that old familiar sanderling gaze that has endeared them to me ever since I first discovered them many years ago.


Meanwhile, all along the shore the gulls were in the air, scanning the churning chop for scallops, hovering for a time and then plunging down, down into the froth!


More often than not, UP they’d come with tiny scallops in their bills, and carry them to shore.

And of course they would then fight over them, as gulls always do.


It was then that I noticed something…

Each time they’d finish with their squabbling over whose scallop was whose, the gulls would finish their meal quickly and then fly off, screaming at one other, impatient to go find more food to fight over.

And that’s when the sanderlings would scurry in, scooping up the crumbs that were left behind.


So that’s why they were following the gulls around; waiting for their dinner to be brought to shore for them, courtesy of the hungry, noisy, greedy gulls.

And off they’d trot on tiny little legs, with their belly full of scallops!


Such smart little birds, these sanderlings, yesindeedy!

If it is even possible,  I think now I love them even more…   😉

Discovering New Harbors

My life seems to be all about new horizons, new vistas these days.

Take my recent visit to Welfleet Harbor.

I literally hadn’t been there in years

And now, with my camera, a sunset at Welfleet Harbor has become yet another magical place…


So much more to come of my visit there!  😉

The Zen of Preening

I could watch Black Ducks preen for hours.


A daily avian ritual, preening helps keep feathers oiled and supple, well-aligned for flight, and free of dust and parasites.

I personally find it mesmerizing; watching as together they all stretch and bend their necks, lift wings and extend limbs as if they were in some advanced yoga class!  😉


Every single feather is tended to in a deliberate, methodical fashion, from head to tail they go.


Reaching even those hardest-to-get-to places!  😉


And the reward for all this hard work?

Finishing up with a nice cool drink!


Then it’s right back to paddling and dabbling for these plucky little ducks.


Off you go now!   😉