Again, tonight, he took up a fishing spot under a small aqueduct that crosses the Canal.
And, again, I got a fairly sharp picture with the Samsung Galaxy camera,
which is a phone, really, with a 21x zoom lens melded to it in the middle.
I thought he was a good omen for starting up the blog again
after this month-long pause. It was much, much, much easier to stop
than to get myself started up again.
WINGS I saw the heron poise like a branch of white petals in the swamp, in the mud that lies like a glaze, in the water that swirls its pale panels of reflected clouds; I saw the heron shaking its damp wings-- and then I felt an explosion-- a pain-- also a happiness I can hardly mention as I slid free-- as I saw the world through those yellow eyes-- as I stood like that, rippling, under the mottled sky of the evening that was beginning to throw its dense shadows. No! said my heart, and drew back. but my bones knew something wonderful about the darkness-- and they thrashed in their cords, they fought, they wanted to lie down in that silky mash of the swamp, the sooner to fly.Mary Oliverfrom House of Light, Beacon Press, 1992
There are many wonderful heron poems! Look for some more.