A touch ...
...of the water with a wingtip, and the heron continues his short flight across the pond to get away from the strange photographer with a long lens firmly planted to his head who was walking straight at him. It was a quiet and warm day and Corky and I enjoyed our visit to the ponds today. A couple of Bald Eagles flew by and I got some shots of them just to prove I could; they were about a half mile away, but with over 600mm of lens I brought them in ... and now have deleted them. It was a pleasant way to spend the afternoon and we finished with a Wal-Mart run.
Hope your day is filled with all good things.
Sleep sweetly now that the gates of the crimson night are closed, and leave tomorrow's struggle for tomorrow.
The earth is peaceful, only the stars and still moon are abroad, and they wage no war.