Late Tuesday afternoon this week, I was on a hike around the lake at Bond Park. I had come to the heavily wooded area around the head waters of the lake, crossed the small wooden bridge and didn't actually see the Great Blue Heron that was fishing far up the feedwater creek. I was on the path that leads back to the main body of the lake, when I caught a glimpse of "his majesty" taking flight and carefully maneuvering his (or her) long wingspan over, under, and through the overhanging hazards, snags, and limbs surrounding the creek leading back to the lake. He seemed to know exactly where and when to time his wing strokes to avoid contact with the woody hazards along his perilous flightpath. As he moved by me, I had instinctively begun to pan my camera to catch up with him (in the viewfinder). I was lucky to have caught him with this one shot, as in another instant - he was gone.... In sunlight and in shadow, his grace is a striking memory. I do love these birds ...
On another note, my son and family surprised me for Christmas. In June, I'll be going to Yosemite National Park for several days. Needless to say, I'm really excited about that ... :-)
