The river holds so many surprises least of which is the sudden appearance at water’s edge of a tall white egret – a countenance I
I am in awe of the eagles who have made our neighbourhood home. To see them up close is such a blessing. For Granny Shot
Must have been the heat – lazy August sun reaching through Willow sway – or maybe the laughter bubbling up from brook – had me
Late August nights cool burnt dry hues will soon transform – symphony of colour There is sorrow in Summer’s end; Autumn’s icy breath Winter’s warning.
Silent as the Great Blue, Autumn hues creep shifting the landscape altering my mood. Do feathers quiver at the ensuing chill, or is it merely
Unexpected, this encounter – piercing golden eyes a coat of mottled feathers, a new visitor to our river – not sure who is more startled.