At the risk of turning this blog into Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom, I’m going to share more photos of my egret pal. Mostly because I love the above photo that I snapped when the great white bird started to fly away from me yet again.
Yes, I am a slow learner.
Once I snapped the pix I shared yesterday of the egret soaring across the lake, I again drove to the other side to take more photos of him. But he wasn’t putting up with any of my nonsense, and he quickly skedaddled away.
I really didn’t mind, though, because of what I saw reflected in the lake as he glided over it.
It was unmistakably autumn, the search for which had set about the events that caused me to blog all week about reflections and birds in the first place. How ironic!
My feathered friend had given me so much in an hour of shooting: His beauty amid the changing fall colors.
Guess I’ll leave him alone and concentrate on other compelling subjects . . . for now.
Okay, that shot may be my most favorite of all. Love it.
When I saw that I had captured it, I did a little Snoopy dance! Might have to blow that up and frame it.
Your pictures make me want to go run around Telfair!
I’d be framing that one for sure!
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. I am so glad that you got so many wonderful shots of him or her!
Too funny…I just posted a note on FB about printing/framing. You have to…that is an awesome photo. LOVE LOVE LOVE it
That first picture is simply amazing. It shows that sometimes nature can be the simply breathtaking. At first I was mesmerized just by the shape and colors and then slowly my brain realized it was a bird. I love this picture!
I love it, too, Marcus!
Wow!!! love those reflection shots!!! beautiful!