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By Fog Complicates Things…

OK! Hang in here with me and the fog. The clip shows some of the peculiarities you can run into with fog and a camera. I was at the dam before sunrise this morning. Really wanted to show to all of you the incredible flow of the Haw River and maybe, just maybe a sunrise too. Fog! The river was much warmer than the air above it and so fog was scattered everywhere. Cameras don’t like to try to focus a video through fog. One thing to take a shot of fog hanging in the trees or being still on the lake … another thing totally when you want to track through the fog. Please hang in there with me as I try to show you the fog, the river thundering out of the tailrace and across the fishing pier, and just maybe a snippet of the sunrise. Thanks for putting up with me.

By Morning on the Haw River

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.

By Jordan Lake Dam update, 5 photos 09/28/2018
I realized this evening that I have been concentrating on water, water, flooding water everywhere.
So, let’s catch up with some of the other events in the Jordan Lake Dam Neighborhood.
 
While trying to catch the fog lifting above the long leaf pine meadow, a flock of double-crested cormorants graced the rising sun.
 
 
A fledgling bald eagle, one of this year’s babies, seemed to challenge the sun and flew into the east.
 
 
Here is an adult bald eagle, very intent on something way across the main lake, near where the Haw River joins the Middle Creek.
 
 
If her stout beak had not protruded way past the clump of leaves where she perched, I would have missed the female belted kingfisher.
 
 
And then there are the small winged creatures, like this common buckeye butterfly, that try to sense if I am to be avoided or dismissed.