Any morning at Red River Beach…
A Good Mornin’.
A friend told me recently about the new yoga instructor they had hired at Red River creek, that he was giving lessons out by the old bridge.
So I decided to check it out.
When I first arrived at the bridge, I couldn’t find him anywhere.
Perched on what was left of the railing.
He told me I looked a little stressed the other day when he’d seen me photographing.
And he wondered if I’d like to try a pose that might help.
And then I watched as he slowly lifted his right leg of the rail, stretching it back and back as he pointed hit toes…
And a little higher, holding it there for the longest time!
When he was finished, he lifted up his wings for a mighty good stretch, head to tail feathers, gave me a little wink.
Yet even our brief encounter had done me wonders.
One could only imagine what a few more sessions with such a Master could do… ❤
I always look for them in the fall at Forest Beach, down along the shore.
Tirelessly chasing the waves in and out, in and out, in and out.
They’re not so easy to follow with a hand-held point-and-shoot, but I’m persistent.
Yesterday morning, I spotted a group of them on the sand among the gulls.
Not exactly as still as statues, but even with the stiff wind I was able to get a few nice snaps.
Some were preening…
(Don’t tell them I said this, but I could have sworn I heard some snoring!)
“Say, Harry. What do you suppose she’s staring at?”
“Alright Harry, let me take a look. Everyone knows I’ve got better eyes than you.”
And sure enough, in unison and right on cue, they struck the perfect pose for me.
But by the time I reached the jettie, they had flown off!
I’ll have to break the news to them another time.