Saturday, September 16, 2006

Sunrise in a Favourite Place

The earth was warm and the early morning air above the stream by the beaver pond was cold. A dense fog lay over everything, and the sun came up through the tendrils of fog in a way that was downright magical, in spite of the temperature, the wind and the dampness.

On such a morning last year, there were at least a dozen migrating herons standing patiently here in the fog at sunrise, and they appeared one by one in regal profile as I squelched my way along the boggy verges, camera in hand. I was hoping for a heron or two this week, but (alas) there were no herons to be seen at sunrise.


Anonymous said...

Your photo captures the essence of Turner's paintings. Lovely.

Kim Antieau said...

Marvelous, darlin', just great. Came into the hotel after a long day and saw this. Balm.