Morning in Avalon

I woke up early this morning and went to the lake to see if I could photograph the heron who lives at the edge of the water.  (Or is it a crane?  I can't tell the difference.)  Everything was quiet and hidden in the mist.

The Lake in the Morning

The heron wasn't there, so I waited for a while in the water.  I took off my unseasonal winter boots (you have to wear boots to get through the marsh, and I lost my wellies) and waded barefoot across the driftwood.

At the Lake's Edge With Muddy Boots

Which, by the way, is a bad idea.  Don't go barefoot in the lake.  Really.  If you aren't impaled on a rusty nail you'll at least be attacked by leeches.

Origami Lotus on the Water

I'm still getting used to having free time now that I'm home for the summer.  It feels strange to spend a morning waiting for herons instead of hurrying to class.

Cattails Add a Touch of Color

It's nice to be home, even though I miss my school and my friends.  I like to be busy at school, but sometimes it feels like I've lost touch with myself.  Spending time at the lake is a nice way to re-center.

Driftwood and Cinders

 The heron eventually showed up, after about an hour.  You can tell when the heron is around because he's so loud.  By the time I photographed the heron, the mist was dissolving and I could almost see the houses across the lake.

The Heron Finally Shows Up

There's a Light in the Marsh