I tagged along with my friend Betty yesterday, on a trip out to enjoy one of her interests. We left early so that we could stop at this little park which I’d never been to before. We were in Citrus county, the heart of the nature coast I think. Yes, the day was overcast, but rain wasn’t expected until long past sunset, so off we went. Betty loves her details, not so much the landscapes I tend to like to photograph. Knowing that influenced the day.
Squirrels eating French fries are photo worthy, to me at least. And the park itself was pretty. There were plenty of male grackles, calling and preening, and just basically showing off their flashy blue-black selves. The lovely red female grackle did not seem impressed in the least.
Along the inlet we had a great view of a pair of Yellow-crowned Night Herons, neither of which were bothered by the boat traffic as people returned to their homes. They are usually much harder to spot, and photograph, than this pair were.
A lone fisherman was on the pier, but it was getting late in the day and we were about to move on. We both had noticed a fishing line hanging from the roof of this pier, and it’s always a shame to see such things as dangling line because it poses a risk to the birds of the area. Betty was the first to take a picture though, and when she looked at what she had in her camera we were both amazed. The fishing line was blowing in the breeze which made it appear more like a ribbon than just a string. So of course we both took a lot of pictures of that fishing line. I wonder if the fisherman noticed us, and if he did he probably thought we were nuts. I was sure I wasn’t getting that same effect, I couldn’t see it in the camera itself, but I took pictures anyhow. And I got a nice surprise when I looked at the pictures in the computer. It doesn’t take much to make a couple of photographers happy.
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