It’s been a frustrating time photographically over the last few days. Things just haven’t gone quite right. You hope to see a few birds but none are quite where you expected them to be. A sunset looks promising, only to fizzle out at the last minute, with no color or zest to it. You try to stay optimistic and patient…grateful to just be outside and in the open air. And maybe that’s the key…holding on to gratitude…because it keeps the vision alive.
Then, eventually, things may come together. Christmas evening looked promising…but I’ve seen that before…only to be a bit disappointed in the end.
But not tonight…the marsh provided one of the most stunning sunsets I have ever seen in my life. I remember them all to be honest, because they are so rare, and the energy they produce is almost electric…you never forget that feeling.
Trumpeter Swans were flying in as the last light began to fade away…their calls signaling their arrival well before you could ever see them.
This Christmas evening turned out to be magical.