Willet Yoga

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.


And then, I spotted him!

Perched on what was left of the railing.


He looked straight at me, told me he’d seen me around the creek with my camera.

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.


I told him, Sure, I was game, but only if he had the time.

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 then, breathing more deeply, he lifted it even higher.

And a little higher, holding it there for the longest time!


I could feel the tightness in my neck releasing, even as I watched him.

When he was finished, he lifted up his wings for a mighty good stretch, head to tail feathers,  gave me a little wink.


And then —


He was gone!

Yet even our brief encounter had done me wonders.

One could only imagine what a few more sessions with such a Master could do…   ❤

Strike a Pose!

I always look for them in the fall at Forest Beach, down along the shore.


The playful sanderlings!

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…


While others were tucked in for a little Sunday morning snoozling.

(Don’t tell them I said this, but I could have sworn I heard some snoring!)


Now I suppose I shouldn’t have been eavedropping, but I suddenly heard one of the sanderlings referring to me.

“Say, Harry. What do you suppose she’s staring at?”


“Beats me. Hey, I know! Sandy, you pretend that you’re sleeping. I’ll take a closer look and see what she’s up to.”


“Hmmm…  There’s some kind of green light flashing, but I have no idea what for.”

“Alright Harry, let me take a look. Everyone knows I’ve got better eyes than you.”


Just then, a willet appeared out of nowhere, interrupting the sanderlings, spraying water beads everywhere.


“Hey you two, I’ve seen her! Over at Mill Landing, with her little green light. We think she works for Audubon, so we always strike a pose. Just in case.”


Just then two other willets flew low over the water, picking up my wannabe Audubon model as they flew by.


They landed further down the beach on the far jettie.

First one.


And then, all three.

And sure enough, in unison and right on cue, they struck the perfect pose for me.


I was just about to break the news to them that I’m not a professional photographer. That I just love beauty and just happen to think they’re beautiful.

But by the time I reached the jettie, they had flown off!

I’ll have to break the news to them another time.


Gently!   😉

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