People who have near death experiences all talk about a peaceful, euphoric , bright light enveloping them. From the moment we are conceived, we are moving towards that light. This is my heels diggin' in, I don't wanna' go, reluctant journey, into the light. Stephen

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Low Tide.

      My lake is constant level. To an extent. When a whole bunch of the water flowing to LA and Phoenix is pumped from here, the straw has to stay in the coke. But there are at least 1 or 2 low tides every year. Usually for pump station maintenance. Like today.

In just those last few precious moments of cinnamon light, lying on a pad, in the mud, playing photographer, I had a visitor.

Seriously, I'm talking about a really cool moment.

OK, OK, I know it's not in focus. But you get the idea. (Dear Santa, D90 please.)

Anyway, about that low tide......It was just an excuse to go down to the water.

Did you see the arched, "prepare to dive" coot?  (clicpic)


Megan@TrueDaughter said...

Love the imagery of "cinnamon light". Lovely.

Stephen said...

Thank you Megan. :-)

Shannon said...

Well damn ~ Megan beat me to the kudos on 'cinnamon light' ~ that is a truly fantastic metaphor! If I were to receive a visit from a cutie like that, I'm sure I would cry...just like I did when I saw the turtles so close at Sea World...I'm soft like that. Glorious photos!