Such a Rare, Blue Morning – Day 50

It was a sunny winter morning, and I had been photographing eiders along the dock at Wychmere.

I happened to look across the water, and just beyond our roving harbor band of buffleheads I spotted a Great Blue Heron on the opposite shore.

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.

And it was clear to me, right from the start, from the look in his eye, that he knew I was there.

Yet he didn’t seem to mind.

In fact, he seemed quite content; unusual for a bird that is usually so wary.

So I relaxed too, thrilled for the chance to photograph such a magnificent bird.

And as I shot frame after frame it felt like time was standing still, right there between the two of us.

I wanted to pinch myself, so grateful to be in the presence of such a quiet yet powerful beauty.

I was almost afraid to breathe as the camera clicked away, collecting every detail that time would allow.

At one point the Great flew a few yards to the muddy shoreline.

Still aware of me, yet still in no hurry to go anywhere.

And then it crossed my mind, I wonder if he’s as curious about me as I am about him?

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?

Just then the Great Blue turned, lifted up those enormous, sun-drenched wings, and sailed away without a sound…

Leaving me with much to ponder.

And a memory that would be with me forever.  ❤

A Whole Lotta’ Somethin’ – on Day 5

It was cold out.

Cold, gray, and that “Cape Cod raw” like you read about.

And when I headed out on my walk, I thought there would be nothing going on in the marsh to see…

When — there he was!

Standing alone, out in the middle of the marsh.

As blue as I’ve ever seen a Great Blue Heron look!

I got a bit distracted when I heard tiny little peeps calling to me from the bushes along the marsh.

Why, it was a charming pair of House Sparrows, popping up to say, “Hello”!

Just then, I noticed how beautiful the cat o’nine tails looked right in front of me, just ripening and ready to burst.

‘Funny, how quickly I had gone from thinking there’d be a whole lotta’ nothin’ to see out in the marsh that morning…

To realizing, once again, like so many times before…

That there’s always a whole lotta’ somethin’ out there to see and hear.

If you just stop.


And look.   ❤

Red Boat Skipper

The other morning at Wychmere Harbor, I got the chance to meet the Skipper of this lovely red boat.

And such a handsome fellow he was, standing there, still as a statue.

It looked as if he’d just finished his breakfast and a good morning’s preening…

As he waited for his Bufflehead crew to arrive.

I didn’t want to get in the way as they prepared to cast off, so I headed on by, smiling as I thought…

My! how I do love the winter here on the Cape.

It gets so quiet, and you just never know who you’re going to meet next!


A Very “Great” Elegance

Sharing a very special visit with a Great Blue Heron that I met recently over at Cockle Cove one early morning.

He was fishing…

In the company of several charming Black Ducks paddling nearby.

The privilege of photographing these birds is an experience like no other for me.

Each time I visit with them holds a different kind of magic.

They can be so graceful, so elegant in their movement…

And even a bit whimsical at times!

I have them to thank for all the magic, and for allowing me to be in their presence.

And I do……   ❤ ❤ ❤

It’s Good to be Back

When I started this entry today I couldn’t believe it’s been over a month since I last blogged and I have really missed it!

When I get busy, I will often post my photos on my Facebook page, however these have not been making it to my blog!

So starting now I am going to try and blog first, then funnel everything over to Facebook.

In the meantime here is one of my very favorite images this fall.

I was out photographing at Ridgevale Beach, right around sunset.

And I kept hearing two Great Blue Herons “conversing” out in the marsh that’s near the beach.

Suddenly UP they both flew, one chasing the other.

Then, all went quiet.

After a time I spotted one of the Great Blues flying out over the water, against the pinkest sunset sky.

Here is that magical moment…