I had to walk over and get an updated shot of the little guy.
Over the last 2 weeks I have published some images of him and now he is looking a little like a real Heron.
He might be 3 weeks old. Being a bigger bird it takes them a while to reach the fledged stage.
I’m a photographer living in one of the most beautiful and historical towns in the USA… and the doors are locked. No opening in sight either.
I decided to look back at one of the last shoots of an old manor house to see what hasn’t been published.
My habit of first shooting an entrance to a room to support any larger images paid off. I rarely publish the ‘intro’ shots. They are for reference.
It turns out they make decent standalone photographs.
Built by Nathaniel Russel, 1808, Charleston, South Carolina.
Unfortunately the image doesn’t work that well in the header of the page.
However I do like the tall portrait style version below.
While I was following a Heron this one was floating behind where every we went. The silver ‘blob’ was always off in the background.
The pond water was flat, perfect for a reflection.
I knew when I made the photograph it would not fit in the header here. It didn’t matter, the format fits the pose too well.
Before I even thought about getting a little closer I took the shot.
This entire group could disappear in an instant. The little ones don’t fly well, but they still move fast.
In it’s day I bet this was really something to behold.
When I see this style I think NYC, or Miami, but not small town South Carolina.
I believe this was a clothing, shoe, store. A small department store design. I don’t know much else.
There is a second store further down the main street, same name. Both have probably been a dozen other businesses by now. At this point they are closed up.
If Main Street USA ever does see a resurgence I hope buildings like this get restored, not torn down for a square box with no character.
In among the Great Blues and Spoonbills this single Little Blue Heron worked the edges of the reeds.
The bigger and more dramatic birds didn’t have any of the intensity of the small guy. So followed him knowing a special event was coming.
He flew away right into the sun.
Not very special either.
