Just few weeks ago it still felt like winter wonderland. The Great Blue Herons were back in the mountains, but there were only pockets of open water for them to search for food from. I had finished spending couple of hours taking pictures of one heron, when few hundred meters later another caught my eyes, it was walking in open water created by the melting ice middle of the shallow lake. Surrounded by thick ice it looked out of place. It was not finding food and I was hoping it would fly elsewhere so I could get flight pictures. It involved waiting and more waiting, but I was rewarded with several flight shots of the heron leaving for more appealing settings.
Until next moment,