An exciting adventure looking at the land and the people around me.
Thursday, November 1, 2012
The water broke ever so gently as the kayak rounded the bend. A Great Blue Heron stood watching, hoping not to have to give up a good fishing spot. He tried to paddle as quiet and secretive so as not to disturb it, but eventually it flew off. The fall colors dripped from the trees into the water providing a very colorful palette to take pictures of. He was amazed at the new reds and bronzes that were showing up and became lost in a colorful daydream. With each dip of the paddle a few drips landed on the other side, creating concentric waves to be carried across the lake. He thought of being in the ocean and watching wave patterns to catch the right one to surf into shore. When one sits like this, the waves may have started in far off lands to come and greet you on the shore. A Red-Breasted Woodpecker calling out coaxed him back to reality, and it was a nice for his thoughts to return to this tiny prairie lake. He came here often, always hoping to see a few friends and perhaps land a few nice fish. Today was a relaxing day, a relief from everyday confusion that had been set aside to enjoy a bit of nature. He glided up toward the bird's call and thanked the day for all of it's beauty and peace. His happiness was carried across the land, on a gentle prairie breeze.