Like I told you before, friends and neighbors, I’m in the habit of stopping by Lake Alice on my early Saturday morning bike rides to our Old Guy Breakfast Gathering at the Metro Diner.
It’s a magical place when the rising sun sets Alice aglow with reflections and shadows and colors and hues.
And on this particular morning I had the good fortune to encounter – not a dozen feet away from where I stood – a Great Blue Heron.
Not just that.
A Great Blue with attitude. Who strutted his stuff.
Seemingly oblivious to my presence.
Let alone that of the small gator also lurking nearby.
I counted myself extremely fortunate. To just be able to watch.
And capture fantastical images.
As the creeping sun remade Alice into a magical place.
Is this a great town or what?
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