Photo Stone #4

Great Blue Heron
glides silently
over waters
of the bay,
that she pulls
the eye
to follow
smooth swooping
of her wings.

Elizabeth Crawford  8/8/11



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8 Responses to Photo Stone #4

  1. Libby says:

    Oh yes, you can’t help watching, they are so superb.


  2. anl4 says:

    Blue Herons used to rest upon my deck, when we lived by the bay.
    Blue Heron was the name of our street, where we lived. I never knew if they were resting, or if they came to spy upon me? Nice memories for me! Loved your post.


  3. anl4 says:

    Stunning photo!


  4. Oh I so love watching herons fly. Beautiful photo which takes me back to all the herons I have watched fly over my head, like skinny matrons clutching their pocketbooks under a stiff wing. Which I actually wrote in an old poem I have somewhere or other. Beautiful, Elizabeth. I long to stand on that very shore and watch.


  5. 1sojournal says:

    Thanks Sherry. Herons are a symbol of fierce self-reliance and determination. I count it a blessing when they appear,



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