A series of photographs taken while out exploring town. These are all pre-Dorian (Hurricane) by a week or so.
Most of our normal routes to and around the swamps/marshes are either blocked or under repair. Charleston is just plain ’soggy’.
For these buildings the latest storm is just one of many.
Charleston has seen hundreds of hurricanes (war, earthquakes, and fires), there are unlimited stories around these streets.
While the coastal Lowcountry dries out we plan on exploring some of the towns and forests a little inland.
I also will publish fewer articles for the web site. Releasing five or six a day can require we start with hundred of photographs to get the final images.
These were taken near the Ashley River, Charleston, South Carolina right before Hurricane Doria. Water was low, just as the wading birds like it.
Above a Great Egret was working through the mud, while below a Blue Heron was doing the same.
This area is inaccessible now since the storm however I did see photographs taken nearby. A mess, but even though there was a loss of big trees it could have been much worse.
This is what I think of as the perfect Owl.
Here the Little Blue Heron was the clear winner.
The Green Anole, a small lizard, didn’t do as well.
Herons are hunters that will eat anything they can catch. Since the small lizards are common and live anywhere they often are part of the diet.
I was waiting, and trying to keep the big lens up and focused.
Getting a Great Blue photograph just as they take off can be very nice. Their big wing span is on full display.
And above is the first signal… leaning forward with bent knees. When down low they will spring into the air.
There, bending a little further, ready to leap up.
Critter was playing with me. Just a big shake.
There was mud and a wet bird. This made a good ID nat as easy as it should have been.
This bird is not landing like a Little Blue. The position of the feet are wrong (odd but it can be a tell).
There is no crown feathers either.
I need to say it’s a young Heron.
I’m not sure it matters, but I can’t help myself.
I don’t often get a decent photograph along this trail. The trees are dense and hang low over the water. Green Herons love it, photographers not so much.
Above you can see how he felt about me climbing around trying for an open shot. Their crest only goes up like this when excited.
I never moved any closer so he got over me being there fairly quickly.
Above is the last shot I took. The light is better since I knew he was not running away, and took some time to change my settings a little.