Jordan Lake: I am free in my pursuit to photograph our National Emblem because the Veterans we honor this Veteran’s Day gave us a gift we can just barely understand. These Veterans had the courage to accept the call to protect the Liberty enshrined in our Democracy – they accepted even though they might die for their faithfulness. My heartfelt thank you to those Veterans who are now memories and to those who still breathe the air they help protect. I hope this image of the American Bald Eagle can say what my words cannot speak: your selfless dedication soars on the Wings of an Eagle. 

Captain Doug and I were on the lake, checking bald eagle nests and enjoying the beautiful autumn day. We came upon a small flock of common loons who were also enjoying the warmth. Loons are winter visitors here and their lovely calls can be heard in the early mornings and late evenings. Captain Doug tried to ease in front of the loons so I could get some face shots, but, the loons easily grouped, turned direction and then lined out and left us behind. They are fast swimmers and they left me and the little iPhone behind a couple of times too!

Oh, I was grumpy, yes I was at sunrise this morning. The fog was heavy over the river and all up in the trees. Grump, indeed, as any birds were well-hidden. I kept looking down the river where I just could see an adult bald eagle, silent in the mist. The sun eased up the sky and suddenly there was light caught in the trees. “That would be a pretty landscape shot,” I thought, “and maybe the eagle will be visible in the photograph”. Snap. I took the shot and forgot about it until just now. Oh, my. Light suffused and showing plainly that there were 3 bald eagles in the tree. My grump got dispelled as I planned to share with all of you. Take care, be safe. Stay well.

Jordan Lake, Haw River
 A brick wall sometimes a mirror may be
 if you as a child can see
 past the clay
 letting your imagination roam free

Jordan Lake, Doc Ellen’s Evening Note:  I celebrate October 31 as All Saints’ Eve.  A time to remember those gone Home before me: be they family, friends, furred or feathered companions.  I miss them all and visit their memories, gently, in the crispness of the autumn eventide.  Take the thoughts of those you also cradle within your soul, with you into the beginning of a new month on the morrow. Peace and Grace, Doc Ellen