American Bittern in the marsh on Astorville Bay.
A quiet place in the corner of the marsh.
Textures and lines and curves and shapes add up to an interesting composition.
All courtesy of Mother Nature.
Lane to the cottage.
Last lap after a long day of travel. One can hear the sigh of relaxation.
This lady was interrupted in the middle of her breakfast the other morning.
She didn’t stay long when she found she had observers. She just walked purposefully off into the bush.
Restored International flatbed truck.