Lately I've considered limiting my visits to the Wetlands. There are so many tourists, so many people on the unpaved one lane road who don't know proper Wetlands etiquette that I have become thoroughly stressed out trying to avoid hitting people or cars with my car.
I've begun praying every morning, "Lord, I know I am Rita's granddaughter and there was no traffic law that could stop her when she caught scent of a garage sale, but please Lord keep me safe when I am looking for the perfect wildlife photo-op. Keep me from driving into the water, into a sign, into another person or car. Amen."
I almost didn't go to the Wetlands this morning. The forecast called for a cloudy day and I am tired of trying to get good pictures on cloudy days. But when I left to run some errands this morning, I noticed the sun was out, though clouds were building to the southeast. I figured I had a small window of opportunity to get to the Wetlands while it was still sunny.
I saw them as soon as I pulled in ... or at least, some of them, about twenty white pelicans. I smiled immediately and started to pull over and that was when I noticed something even more amazing. There weren't just twenty white pelicans. To my left were easily sixty or seventy more. There were nearly a hundred white pelicans swimming and fishing at the Wetlands this morning.
And oh my, weren't they a sight?
They were perfectly synchronized, swimming through the water as if part of a parade, and when one took off flying, another soon followed and then another and another until they were all airborne, skimming the surface with the tips of their wings.
I was so anxious to get the perfect picture, I threw the car in reverse, barely missed several signs, and then gave up on the car all together, getting out and walking, chasing after the pelicans.
At one point, I just put the camera down.
Hundreds of pelicans flew in front of me.
It was a take-your-breath-away moment. You don't want to waste these moments looking through a tiny camera lens.
"That's it," I said to myself. It was nine o'clock in the morning. "That's all I need for today. My cup runneth over."
I've begun praying every morning, "Lord, I know I am Rita's granddaughter and there was no traffic law that could stop her when she caught scent of a garage sale, but please Lord keep me safe when I am looking for the perfect wildlife photo-op. Keep me from driving into the water, into a sign, into another person or car. Amen."
I almost didn't go to the Wetlands this morning. The forecast called for a cloudy day and I am tired of trying to get good pictures on cloudy days. But when I left to run some errands this morning, I noticed the sun was out, though clouds were building to the southeast. I figured I had a small window of opportunity to get to the Wetlands while it was still sunny.
I saw them as soon as I pulled in ... or at least, some of them, about twenty white pelicans. I smiled immediately and started to pull over and that was when I noticed something even more amazing. There weren't just twenty white pelicans. To my left were easily sixty or seventy more. There were nearly a hundred white pelicans swimming and fishing at the Wetlands this morning.
And oh my, weren't they a sight?
They were perfectly synchronized, swimming through the water as if part of a parade, and when one took off flying, another soon followed and then another and another until they were all airborne, skimming the surface with the tips of their wings.
I was so anxious to get the perfect picture, I threw the car in reverse, barely missed several signs, and then gave up on the car all together, getting out and walking, chasing after the pelicans.
At one point, I just put the camera down.
Hundreds of pelicans flew in front of me.
It was a take-your-breath-away moment. You don't want to waste these moments looking through a tiny camera lens.
"That's it," I said to myself. It was nine o'clock in the morning. "That's all I need for today. My cup runneth over."
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