There’s a dead tree by the river in the park where I walk. It’s often inhabited by birds of one sort of another: a siege/sedge of herons, an exaltation of egrets, or a gulp of cormorants…fish hunters all. One unusual time, there were two types of birds there simultaneously.
I check each time I walk, hoping to catch a glimpse of as many as six or seven perched on various branches. I think they muse about fish: those they’ve caught, those they plan to catch. I muse about getting close enough to get a decent photo. Even with my telephoto, it’s a bit too far away for a really good shot.
But there’s a path winding its way not far from the base of the tree and when the ground is wet or there are no crunchy leaves, it’s possible to get close enough if I move very, very slowly, to see them high above me in the tree. This time I finally had my Nikon, not just my phone, and was thus able to immortalize this musing cormorant.
These birds are in some ways my muses. I think about them, wonder whether they’ll be there, if I’ll get a photo of them. And I enjoy seeing them muse about whatever it is they think about while sitting on a dead tree overlooking the river.
On a personal note, I’ll be taking a blogging break for most of the rest of the month as I travel to France to visit my s-i-l and b-i-l. I pray for each of you a wonderful time and many blessings while I’m gone and promise to share thoughts, adventures, and photos with you when I return.
for One Word Sunday (This week one word and then some!)
