Cranberries on Ice – Day 12

I dropped in at Jenkins Bog, just to see how the berries looked this time of year.

And was treated to a colorful, textured “feast for the eyes”!

Along the banks of every ditch that I came to…

I found colorful berries, red, yellow and pink, nestled in for a long, winter’s nap.

But the neatest thing of all, in the places where moving water had slowly turned to ice in the bog…

I found cranberries scattered here and there, frozen into the ice!

I felt transported, as if were walking through some abstract art gallery…

Bedazzled by blurry, plump berries covered over with layers of icy “varnish” in their newly frozen world.

Talk about a nice surprise in the middle of winter!  😉

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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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Beyond the Blur

Ever get home from a shoot, and find out that your focus wasn’t quite what it should have been?

That your images are more than just a little blurry?

That happened to me yesterday morning.

I’d been drawn to the Red River inlet where I know the brants love to gather. Suddenly I could hear a flock of Canadas flying up, honking wildly, stirred by some dog nearby.

Oh my, they were glorious, so close I could hear the wind through their feathers!!

Yet try as I might, I could not move fast enough to get any clear shots.

Still, back home in my studio, it seemed such a shame to just let the photos go. And in doing so the magic of the moment as well; the shapes, the movements, the sounds of those birds still so fresh in my mind.

Determined to find some way to keep the moment alive, I began to dig a little deeper…

Determined to find some way to rekindle the magic…

The magic they had shared and left behind for me.

To share with you.  ❤

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