It’s usually early morning. A time when I am half asleep. A time when I am mulling over so many “important things”. Maybe during breakfast, this is the moment when they decide to take flight.
First there is the unmistakable sound, the loud beating of wings. The start is a little clumsy as they raise their heavy bodies into the air. But then there is the soaring in formation, the circling of the lake, the striving towards the west.
I’m not sure where they go, another waterway in the area, a trip to the River Anne beside the sea? But at that moment when I grab the camera (if I’m timely) I feel like I become part of their story and their lives again.
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Ah, your photos are so beautiful, Catherine!
You live in the most wonderful place Catherine, surrounded by nature, and best of all, you have the eye and heart to appreciate it.
Beautiful winter scenes – it looks idyllic 🙂
It's nice to be part of your surroundings and appreciate them so fully.
So beautiful, I see and hear that very often in the morning, but when I have my camera with me I am yet always too late. You are so good in photographing nature in all her beauty.
A wonder! That's a kind of miracle here, indeed as we're part of their story, flying for a second. Thank you for this precious present.
So lovely, amazing photos.
The layers of colors – beautiful!
How lovely that you captured the swans in flight, it seems such a rare sight these days….and yet early Saturday morning I too saw 4 swans flying and thought how magical it was. Philippa xx
Wonderful photos :o)
for a brief time, I am with these dear swans, so far away on a rainy day in Kentucky, thank you
Catherine we do not get swans in our area but they are lovely. I watch nature unfold in early morning on my days off and it is such a heart lifting experience.