Every place we go more than a few times has a name. This is the Osprey Tree.
An obvious name since they live there, for years now.
A large open pond and miles of marshes are all around them. The tree sits by a ranger station so it’s a safe as possible.
The young were late this year. Still, it’s the fourth generation that I know of.
Not matter how I tired, only one in a shot.
They were there, millions of them. Focus and depth of field is the problem. I may need a different lens, and a spot where I will not fall into the water getting them all in focus. Swimming is not an option in this place.
I can’t think of a better title for this.
note; from our original B&W web site that we have no long support.
Private cemetery at a Trappist Monk Monastery.
Mepkin Abby, South Carolina.
Both of us were gasping at this point. I think we both looked at each other and that was it. I took a few photographs, he dropped his wings open to cool off.
A quiet morning scene out in the marshes of the ACE Basin.
One of the last Great Egret captures in a rookery for this season.
This adult was still caring for two grown juveniles.
These young ones were flying for sure. Just easier to hang around and get fed.
It’s really green out there! The white bird stands out very clearly against it.
From an angle like this it’s hard to to see the bird is even over water. The thick Duck Weed covers everything here.
