My monthly routine includes waking before dawn and driving north for 30 minutes to shoot sunrise pictures – sky – flora – fauna. It’s my alone time. Life in the slow lane that balances a hectic week at work. I’m usually home by 9:30, in time for another special Barbara breakfast of toast and eggs, french toast or pancakes.
Asking God’s blessing and protection, I never know what I’ll see or experience, but trust His care. The Preserve is an old friend after these few years, but there is always something new to see. Today proved that once again.
This week’s rains soaked the Valley. The Preserve was so wet, the trails were flooded and chained off. I had started my trek at the freeway off ramp at Twin Cities Road, where I tote the tripod to the fence line and start shooting sunrise cloud color reflected in the flooded fields. From there I soloed down Bruceville Road, stopping to grab any bird/sky/flora opportunities. A rainbow started coloring the sky to the west, but the sun was behind a low bank of clouds to the east. I waited . . . and waited . . . and finally there was enough color to take its portrait. That was a Preserve first – after thousands and thousands of photographs.
Another first greeted me as I drove to turn onto Desmond Road from Bruceville. A huge bald eagle perched on a power pole about 1/8 mile away. My camera was on the seat, but his majesty must have seen it and flew off to the south. The best I could do was stop and shoot through the windshield. Terrible quality – too far away – disappointing. BUT this was the first eagle I’ve seen here, and that was worth it, camera or no camera.
Thank you, Lord, for letting me see a glimpse of majesty in Your creation. “In wisdom You have made them all.”