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……   ❤ ❤ ❤

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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…


Picture Riddle Photography

Do you remember those picture riddles when you were a kid?

You’d be shown a picture and then asked the question, “Can you find the ______ in this picture?”

Well that’s how it is for me whenever I land at one of my favorite spots like Forest Beach marsh to watch for wildlife.

Once I park the car and get out, I look out at the marsh to see what’s in the picture before me.


At first, unless there’s something really big going on, everything looks pretty still and quiet.

Especially this time of year, with all of the ospreys now gone.


Yet I have learned to be patient.

To let myself relax, unwind a bit. Let my eyes move slowly beyond what’s obvious, along the edges of the marsh, into the shadows.

Some days, I’ll spot nothing. But other times, I’ll notice something that looks a little different – a movement, a color, a shape.

So I zoom in, and there!


A great blue heron who was right there all the time, peeking out through the tall marsh grass along the far edge of the marsh near the woods.

I just wasn’t able to see it at first.


And what a beauty!


Such a nice reward in return for just a little patience, don’t you think?


‘Til next time, thanks for visiting me at Images of Cape Cod!

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Stretching Out with the Great Blues

Love the great blues.

They have learned a thing or two.

Like the secret to a really…


Great…


Stretch.


Only yoga teachers you’ll ever need.  ❤

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Oh to Be a Painter…

I was leaving Cockle Cove after a not-so-great morning with the camera.

Nothing special had crossed my lens, and it looked like the good salt air in my lungs was going to be my catch of the day.

And then I spotted him, on a tiny muck island in the middle of the creek.

A great blue heron!


But there was something different about this fellow.


I pulled the car over and hopped out, hoping to get a closer look.

Standing motionless on one leg, folded up like an accordion, the great bird was peering intently into the still, calm water. His bill pointing toward something – or someone – just below the water’s surface.


I had caught him in mid-hunt.

Just then, he broke off from his intense gaze and began to straighten up.

Slowly, he unfurled and stretched out a wing, the very tip just touching the water.


Then, a leg. Like some great yoga master.


Then, he stopped. Looking straight ahead…


And in one fluid motion lifted up, up, in a blur of feathers and was gone!


And as I drove away all I could think was, If only I were a painter.

I’d be running home to my paints and brushes, desperate to recapture the magic that I had just seen.

This amazing creation of feathers, heart, bill and bone.


This masterpiece.   ❤

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My Blue Heaven

As August approaches, I look forward to seeing our great blue herons in the marsh.

They get a bit scarce in July, seeking out the quieter inlets and coves once the tourists descend.

By August they seem to emerge again, and you see them out there with the swallows and the  ospreys.

I saw a real beauty this morning.

Moving across the marsh with such slow yet deliberate steps…

Heading for the nearby channel…

And breakfast.

Captivating me in the process with its awe-inspiring grace.

Thank you, thank you…

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