We’ve made it thought the park and back to the parking lot, saddened that the best part of the morning is over. Or is it? As I drive the van toward the main road, I look to the right, to where the water is slow, forming a large pond/small lake. Behold! A fisherman! Pull over, park, and find a rock. Limber up the clicking finger, focus the telephoto, and we’re off. As Yogi Berra (not Bear) once said, “It ain’t over ’til it’s over.” And we have a few more photos to take.
Waiting; the personification of patience. Animalification?
Stealthily on the move. Is that a feather duster in the back? 🙂
Streeeetch. (I’d say “Craning”, but as it’s an egret, that might get confusing.) 🙂
I sat for a long while on a warm rock, taking photos and just watching. When I finally rose to leave, you guessed it. Plop. Another frog missed. But I did get a shot of one recently and that will likely be coming up Tuesday.
Have a marvelous weekend and thanks for walking with me.
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