The Rest of the Story

I finally previewed a few of my foggy paddle photos and can now tell you the rest of the story.  First, let me write about the photo that I missed...the best one of the day.  We had just reached the dock.  The water was like a silver mirror and the horizon that met it was covered with cotton batting.  Hubby held the canoe stable and close to the dock and the high tide made it easier to enter with one wobbly ankle.  I was just bending to sit when looking up and only yards away a juvenile bald eagle swooped in what appeared to be slow motion and gently touched the surface of the water with its claws and retrieved a small fish which it carried away to a distant tree.  It would have made a stunning photo even without a telephoto lens since the bird was so close.  Our eagles are extremely shy and it is rare to see one so close.  My heart sat in my throat for minutes.

Slowly the colors of fall revealed themselves as we coasted close to shoreline.

Once the sun had burned off the fog there were only tentative pockets of mist in the tucks of the river beneath the shadows of large trees.  The rest of the shoreline welcomed us with open arms.

We carefully pulled out way through marsh grasses up a finger of the river toward a familiar beaver dam.  It was high tide, but soon to change, so we could not stay long exploring this home.

I did managed to capture a photo of this marsh sparrow who was singing his heart out at the melting of the fog.

And not all of the stars had disappeared with the night.  A few were caught in the marsh grasses.