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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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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The Magic of Fog

Some people shy away from a rolling fog as it moves in.

Me? I can’t wait to get out into the fog, just to see what kind of magic it has spun — and who might be out and about, like me.

The fog the other morning at Forest Beach was as intense as I’ve ever seen it; everything covered with thick, misty clouds.


Yet while some things seemed to fade from view, some of the fall color seemed more vibrant than ever.

Even the faded-out rosa rugosa hips looked more alive than they had just the day before.


Gazing out to sea, I heard the sound of a fishing boat and could just barely make out the shape of a gull keeping watch on a jettie.


Further up the beach I spotted the red hull of a sunfish, yet the fog over the dunes made it look like the beach disappeared just beyond them.


Many of the plants and bushes along the marsh were covered with diaphanous dew-covered webs.


Intricate in their shapes and patterns, I could picture them as the inspiration for a custom silk fabric.  😉


Even some of the wild berries were covered with the delicate little webs; dew droplets hung heavy from nearby twigs.


As the morning light shone through the webs and dew droplets it made me think of a Christmas tree trimmed with tiny white bulbs and glistening tinsel!

By the time I made it to Cockle Cove, the rising sun was making an all-out effort to break through the fog.


Beautiful blue cedar berries and more dew droplets hung from the boughs of every cedar tree along the creek.


And as I slowly turned my camera further up the creek, I was suddenly startled by the reflection of a great blue heron who was busy fishing!


I smiled as he slowly peered into a shallow pool. He almost seemed to be saying, “Mirror, mirror that I see, who could be any lovelier than me?”


But we were not alone for breakfast, as several black ducks emerged through the mist to join the party.

Quacking softly, as all ducks do.


Meanwhile the sky was brightening. The sunlight was working its magic on the bittersweet along the marsh’s edge.


Nearly every berry seemed to have a tiny dew droplet all its own!


Just then I heard some sker-plashing in the shallow water past the old cedar where I stood.

Out of the corner of my eye I noticed a pair of black ducks in the mist, moving up the channel with great haste.


Upon closer look, I noticed that the one in the lead was carrying a tiny crab in its beak as he exclaimed, “It’s time for brunch, time for brunch! Don’t be late, it’s time for brunch!”


“Why thank you for the reminder, Little Duck,” I responded.

And although I hated to leave, I had to admit I was a little hungry, too.

I guess all that fog magic had given me quite the appetite!  😉

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Come Walk with Me – October 17, 2017

It’s been a while since I posted one of my Forest Beach loop walks with you.

The water was still and calm when I arrived at the beach last evening; the buoys barely moving.


Plenty of other things were moving, though.

I could see an elderly couple up the beach searching for shells, while a pair of adorable long-haired dachsunds were frolicking in the water…


And checking out the tasty treats along the shore.


By the time I got to the backside of the marsh, the golden light was at its peak.

I couldn’t resist a shot of my favorite cut.  😉


A young crow called to me at the top of the hill leading down to Mill Creek.

What is it about crows that always makes me smile?


I do believe he was telling me to Hurry! hurry! Look and see!. Quickly now!

Turning back to the incredible view all I could do was sigh.

I wait all year for the kind of burnt orange colors I see at sunset in the fall there at Mill Creek…


And up at the adjoining Taylor Pond.

Everything is on fire. And if you make it there at just the right moment, it’ll take your breath away for sure.


Just then, I heard an old familiar sound, Crraaawwwk!!

Sure enough, a great blue had just touched down out by the shellfishing buoy markers at the landing.


Slowly wading through the shallow water in the waning light, like some silent movie star…


He paused now and again to check out things that were moving, just beneath the surface.


On my way back up the hill, I had to look back one more time, as I always do.

Soaking in one more glimpse of this beauty to carry me home, I whispered Good Night to all.


Upon my return to Forest Beach, I could see that the sunset curtain had come down there as well.

The dogs had left, the sun had found a pillow somewhere, and the sky had turned from bold blues to dreamy pinks and peaches.


Thank you for joining me on my walk.


‘Til the next time!  😉

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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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