We don't "take" photographs. We are "given" images. And, if we're lucky, we get to capture and hold them for a little while.
Today, as I’m riding my bike along the bayfront, I saw the slightest movement down there among the reeds and tall grasses. So when I stopped and trained my trusty little Canon on the spot, this is who I found.
He thought he was safely hidden among the weeds. But I’ve developed an eye for this sort of thing over the years. I’ve even seen Great Blue Herons, like this guy, pointing their beaks skyward, like the Bitterns do, pretending to be a tall reed.
But I saw him.
In a few weeks he’ll be all decked out in his best breeding plummage and looking for a mate.
Right now, though, he’s content to be down there among the reeds, looking for little fishies … and pretending that I can’t see him.