gold threaded egret

This week I went to the Lake. Daily. As a practice. Not simply walking around it (although, this, I did), nor sitting chatting to the water dragons (yep, communion), but taking images, in all lights. Morning. Evening. By cloudlight and moonlight and streetlight. Trees skins, like weathered maps whispering their histories, water patterns. And an egret.

A snowy egret lives by the Lake. I always speak with and listen to him/her. This Other is beauty incarnate. Here s/he is, threaded through with gold light. An accident, really. My autoflash left on, s/he, One with his watery realm. A benediction.