Today the gifts have all be opened, the pizza is gone, the cake is half-eaten, but the decorations are still hanging, something I noticed when returning from a swift walk to the beach to watch a wonderful sight.
I gave up first, Peggy followed soon after, but Sabina is still trying to catch a last look. Of what?
You can perhaps guess.
And we returned to making beads and other elements of fimo and fashioning them into necklaces, bracelets, earrings,
Incredible, the Great Blue Heron stayed, standing silent, moving slowly as we stood silent, walking one way and another until we approached too close. Unprepared, I caught only a ghost shot, like a watercolor, as it flew away:
Which could not help but remind me of one of my favorite poems “The Great Blue Heron,” by Carolyn Kizer, which you may read HERE.
Here is one more view of the heron:
This one looks more like a painting but is in fact a photo I took today with more saturated color–the way it would have looked if the fog had not entered our lives for the rest of the afternoon.