Pretty soon, Harry the Heron will headed south -- or wherever herons go when the water in Michigan becomes covered with ice.
Indulge me with an all-heron post. One more look at Harry!
I will miss his style of natural camouflage. There are times when I really have to look for him.
I'll miss trying hard to hold my small little camera steady, the lens at full zoom, as I wait for him to give me his profile.
I'll miss his positions -- that beautiful neck extended and handsome...
...gracefully bent into an S-shape...
... or crouched as he searches for the next hapless fish to swim by.
Or this one -- gracefully twisted.
I love watching him fish. His eyes are sharp.
He'll watch the water, statue-still...
... then pounce!
I'll miss watching him preen and using that sharp beak, pick off whatever is bothering him.
I'll miss the camaraderie as people walk around the Ditch and say, "Is the bird here yet?" I've met lovely people, just talking about Harry, as we watch, spellbound, his reflection a mirror image in silhouette.
I'll miss the colors of Harry -- his gray and white against the greens and golds of autumn.
I'll miss looking for him in new places -- this wee island brought him closer than ever.
And I'll miss his dramatic contrast which would often elude me.
Sometimes photographing Harry at such a distance in light that doesn't always cooperate is tough. But even the results bring their own energy and memories.
Some moments are simply, as
Relyn says, unphotographable. I call them photographs of the heart. This is almost the closest I could get to Harry in flight. And that's OK.
It's twilight at the Ditch. Soon, the last of the color will be whisked away by windy nights and rainy days.
Harry will head to warmer waters. And I will await his return...
... remembering a beautiful autumn and my beautiful big bird.
NOTE #1: For those of you in the Lansing area who would like to catch a look at Harry, he's located in the largest pond of the drainage ditch between Wood and Fairview, just north of Grand River.
NOTE #2: Visit "Chopsticks and String" for a look at the book "The Paris Wife."
Indulge me with an all-heron post. One more look at Harry!
I will miss his style of natural camouflage. There are times when I really have to look for him.
I'll miss trying hard to hold my small little camera steady, the lens at full zoom, as I wait for him to give me his profile.
I'll miss his positions -- that beautiful neck extended and handsome...
...gracefully bent into an S-shape...
... or crouched as he searches for the next hapless fish to swim by.
Or this one -- gracefully twisted.
He'll watch the water, statue-still...
... then pounce!
I'll miss watching him preen and using that sharp beak, pick off whatever is bothering him.
I'll miss the camaraderie as people walk around the Ditch and say, "Is the bird here yet?" I've met lovely people, just talking about Harry, as we watch, spellbound, his reflection a mirror image in silhouette.
I'll miss the colors of Harry -- his gray and white against the greens and golds of autumn.
I'll miss looking for him in new places -- this wee island brought him closer than ever.
And I'll miss his dramatic contrast which would often elude me.
Sometimes photographing Harry at such a distance in light that doesn't always cooperate is tough. But even the results bring their own energy and memories.
Some moments are simply, as Relyn says, unphotographable. I call them photographs of the heart. This is almost the closest I could get to Harry in flight. And that's OK.
It's twilight at the Ditch. Soon, the last of the color will be whisked away by windy nights and rainy days.
Harry will head to warmer waters. And I will await his return...
... remembering a beautiful autumn and my beautiful big bird.
NOTE #1: For those of you in the Lansing area who would like to catch a look at Harry, he's located in the largest pond of the drainage ditch between Wood and Fairview, just north of Grand River.
NOTE #2: Visit "Chopsticks and String" for a look at the book "The Paris Wife."
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