You know…you get up, head to the job—but once you're there, find you can't quite bring yourself to go to work. Instead, you just want to turn your back on the whole mess, ignore everything, avoid the same-old boring routine, and simply stare at the woods awhile as you catch a few warm rays.
Yep, I truly understand the mood and impetus of the great blue heron who, even now, an hour after I first spotted it and made my images, is still standing in the exact same spot and pose. Oblivious to the snow and cold. Content for the moment to shift from one long leg to the other and let that bright ol' February sun warm his feathers. Musing, perhaps, of all those tasty little fishes who'll fall prey to his deadly sneak-and-stab tactics later on—when hunger calls and he shakes the hump-day blues and decides to get down to the business of fishing.
We're alike in more ways than one—that stately old bird and I. Both feeling a little weary, probably a bit cantankerous, and neither particularly thrilled or in much of a hurry, to be shouldering responsibility and getting with the program this sunny Wednesday morning.
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10 comments:
I'm right in there with you and the heron. Great post.
this photo just reminded your neighbor to take an orange roughy
out of the freezer to thaw out for lunch, thank you, neighbor
Angie...
Thank you re. the post. And I'm not kidding when I say this isn't the first time I've felt akin to that ol' blue- feathered fisherman. I swear he was just bummed out about the whole day ahead and just needed to turn his back and chill (literally) for awhile before stepping into that icy flow. Been there, done that, have the tee shirt.
Anonymous...
Kinda late for lunch, isn't it? But glad to be of service.
HI GRIZZ - nice to "see" you. I love the pictures - Winter is still hanging on and your blue hero is gorgeous amidst the white snow and ice water and golden reeds - the feel is pure. I am in a bit of a low myself for a few dyas, although today I seem to be comin 'round. MS sucks. Takes me places I don't like. Sigh......And with all the snow and ice and sub zero temps I am home-bound with a touch of cabin fever. No complaints though as I am forever grateful for our cozy bungalow and all the love that abounds within. We are eating well and pairing our meals with nice wine -
morning coffee is so delicious and our joy of being together and so in love is our saving grace, always. Be well my friend, feel the joy ad miracles all around you. And since iZ just wrote of purpose and place' on my blog I want you to know how honored I am to have a place of purpose in your life and how thrilled I am to hold dear the place and purpose I have for you in mine.
Love Gail
peace.....
Gail…
Well, I've been a pretty lousy blogger lately. I know that. But I want you to know your sweet and lovely comments are much appreciated and taken to heart. I value you and our friendship. You inspire me to look beyond my petty aches and small problems. It's been cold here, but the woodpile is still ample and we're warm and feeling okay, no complaints other than a minor arthritis flare-up in my hand. I cut the fingertips out of a pair of old fleece gloves and have been typing at the keyboard while wearing them, and that's helped. Otherwise, we're both good, and probably too well fed. Can't ask for much more, right?
Take care of yourself. Best, always.
My goodness Grizz, for a moment, I could not find your blog and thought you might have signed off, and I have to say, I almost panicked. That has to be nice to know… would anyone panic to lose access to my writing? ha.
Your posts always bring me peace and calm and serenity and joy. Thank you for taking the time to do it.
Rochelle…
You might not think so kindly of me since I've inadvertently left your lovely comments unanswered for such an unconscionable length of time. For which I'm really and truly sorry—and I frankly don't know how I managed to do such a thing. I pretty much stayed off the Mac during the weekend, because I've been spending hours sorting and moving upwards of 100,000 digital images, which was making me a little crazy and I need a break. But I checked email and such, and thought I'd checked the blog…but I guess not.
Anyway, enough with the excuses.
Some time back, I gave some thought to quitting the blog. It does take time—when you do it right and do so with regularity, which I haven't been doing much of job of lately but intend to improve upon (I hope). But the truth is, I think it brings me more pleasure than probably anyone—not because it a forum where I get to charm readers with my writing, or wow them with photos...but because I so enjoy hearing from and conversing with folks like you. Kindred spirits in one way or another. Good people. Friends. In the end, noting is more important than the people whose lives you touch and who, in turn, touch yours.
In the blogging world, you'd be a follower. But I don't like what that implies. I think we share this Riverdaze space. And I hope you'll forgive my tardiness in replying, and visit as often as possible—whenever you need a fix. You'll certainly do me good.
How lovely is that blue heron--and in the larger photo, I can see that the heron blue matches the water blue.
KGMom…
Not sure the colors came out exactly right once the pix were uploaded—the bird looks a little too blue to me on my monitor. But maybe not. Except for cropping on the larger image, that's pretty much an "as shot" image. They do generally look a bluish-gray, sometimes more so than others, given individual variations and viewing light. And they do "match" the water/sky…all the better to capture and chow down on innocent little fishes swimming near. Dressed for success, you might say. :-)
Good to hear from you!
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