Nothing like an hour in the park on a Friday afternoon, a break from the responsibility and bustle of necessary living, to restore balance to one’s soul. These gentle, graceful beings bring new meaning to the phrase “the blues”….
The Great Blue was skulking in the reeds beside the lake until I intruded; but ever the Diva….
After awhile enough was enough and flight was inevitable. To the other side of the lake!
Little Egret took to the rooftop
The Great White was regal as ever…..
A touch of fire sets off the woods.. This guy asked for you Dan Antion
And last but not least, Mr Blue himself….the tri colored Heron. He spoke to me in those few moments, allowing me to get close enough to see into the depths of his eyes. I came away with renewed peace and hope. Would that I could take wing and soar with him……
He reminded me blue is not such a bad way to be…….