Actually this eagle was not very quiet, we were alerted to his presence by a shrill screech. But his demeanour suggested the look of a teacher demanding silence in class.
One of many weathered logs scattered on shore at Crescent Beach. Judging by the bored hole, it could have been part of an timber raft or a dock before a storm sent it here. Concentrates one’s view of the rocky beach.
All is serene until the the passing of the next small fish. Many thanks to Frank Costanza for use of the line “Serenity Now”.
Despite the residential area only a few hundred metres away, solitude can be found on a lonely spit and with a bright jacket, you can stand out in a crowd even when no one is around.
Currently 26° C (feels like 31° C). Just another sunny day at the beach which we’re getting joyfully accustomed to in Vancouver and southwestern British Columbia. Seems our perpetual gray skies and rain have fled eastward to Ontario – so happy for you. 🙂
Even along a seemingly uniform shoreline, once the tide recedes there are many differing views revealed. Here a verdant green carpet of algae covers the underlying rocks, yet only metres away the stones are bare. I assume there must be minute differences in depth of water or the speed of water movement. Of course I have no way of knowing whether the algae is advancing or receding. Only time will tell.
Rather than clicking through files and folders searching for a photo to use in this week’s Daily Post Rule of Thirds challenge, I thought going out and snapping a brand new one might be a better idea. As I walked around Blackie Spit Park nothing seemed to fit. Then I noticed a group of seven blue herons and got caught up in taking shots of them. Once I got moving again, heading back to the car and going elsewhere was the immediate plan. That’s when I noticed all the commotion over at the fence and paused for a look. Mostly it was a lot of squawking, cawing, beating of wings and flying up and down. But for one brief moment calmness reigned and they posed quietly.
Usually take these photos for no other reason than the shadows thrown when the sun is low. Just like watching clouds, you can start to see images but in this case I’ll settle for texture.
There’s often an eagle or two in this tree, either resting or trying to spot potential food near the shoreline. Unfortunately, they only seem to do so on drab, colorless days without a bright blue sky or fluffy clouds as a backdrop. Since they are also perched 50′ to 60′ up, it pushes my camera to the limit and it’s a struggle to hold steady enough, since I’ve never been one to lug a tripod about. I caught this one with raised wings just about to take off.
In South Surrey Jesus is allowed to walk on water but…