For a short time I was in the center of these Pelican feeding, and it was the golden morning light. Even in the best light it rarely is an actual gold.
It was very gold this morning.
This was part of a flock that was pushing through the marsh feeding. Luck was with me since I had found an opening in the grasses wide and low enough to catch the groups all around me.
For all those days that we struggle to find wildlife these days make up for them.
I just commented to Mike Powell (Click Here) how I remember ‘Mutual Of Omaha, Wild Kingdom’.
Well, this is why.
Working in sepia to compliment the wood grain and texture.
Stopped by to visit some history, after we went out to vote.
Camp revivals since 1848.
The colors and reflection on this Little Blue were amazing this day.
There’s always a good chance you will find him in his favorite spot. A great way to start the day.
The old cemetery is on a marsh, perfect for Spanish Moss.
Rusted iron fences and old headstones caught the moss as the wind blew, ultimately draping everything with it.
This photograph was taken in a spot we usually drive right through. Just down this dirt road are miles of large open water ponds and marshes.
I really just turned my long lens on the road ahead and grabbed a shot.
The sun was coming up over some fog, the air was crisp, there were the sounds of the morning ‘critters’.
It was simply a really nice morning.
A Roseate Spoonbill landing in a wildlife management area. Each fall migrating birds and year round species flock together where the water is shallow.
This Spoonbill was moving between marsh ponds in the morning. They tend to feed until late morning, then rest until the evening.