So I ducked out to my sacred spot yesterday to be alone in nature, to consort with the birds and the bugs in the solitude.
Seems like it is becoming the normal thing to do on a Friday. Go to the place where it usually all gets sorted out for me.
Saw one other person, a girl on a horse, far out of lens shot.
Gave me plenty of time and space to think. Took a little hike.
But I didn't care.
This guy to my left just might be a tri colored heron. I can't decide.
Just felt good to be back in my natural element.
If I had to do it all over again and none of us ever are given the chance, I might have leaned towards becoming a wildlife photographer. What a great gig that would be, traveling to great spots all the time and shooting nature.