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

Jordan Lake, Haw River: Out of the fog that completely blanketed the riprap at the dam this morning appeared this 3-year-old bald eagle. For a brief moment a diffused beam of sunlight lit the tree and the eagle. The autumn morning suddenly had an eaglet brooch and I smiled.

Jordan Lake: I am a two-year-old bald eagle. Anything I survey is mine. I have wings that can carry me across the lake in 3 beats. See my stretch? That is power … feathered power on display. Ha!