“To stand at the edge of the sea, to sense the ebb and flow of the tides, to feel the breath of a mist moving over a great salt marsh, to watch the flight of shore birds that have swept up and down the surf lines of the continents for untold thousands of years, to see the running of the old eels and the young shad to the sea, is to have knowledge of things that are as nearly eternal as any earthly life can be.” Rachel Carson
The opportunity to walk among and closely observe the majesty of the great coastal birds–herons, egrets, cranes, pelicans, gulls–is a treat here, and one not easily forgotten. Alas that they were even more difficult to capture on camera. Unlike their relatives haunting the local drainage ponds and accepting handouts from passers-by, these creatures are unused to being near to humans and even more skittish. Few came close enough to be captured with any great clarity, even with a zoom lens. Many hid in the reeds; when they stand perfectly still, they blend in so well that only a trained eye might catch a glimpse of them. And one in particular (not pictured here), seemed to enjoy playing ‘catch me if you can’ moving from one tree to another every time I tried to take a shot.