In my neighborhood there are two lovely, simple man-made lakes. They attract some of the loveliest wildlife you can find in a city setting.
I never know just who will be there when I happen by, but I am always armed with my camera and high hopes. Yesterday this was the main event. I named it the Watcher of the Lake.
Preening, oblivious to my attentions and indifferent to the adoration I was showering it with, it continued its daily business.
A stroll down beside the shore, to strut its stuff.
Giving me the eye.
It must have stood there along the shore for a couple of hours…
Every day I walk or ride by, just to see who else decided to take a stroll and “hang out”. Going outside is miraculous in so many ways.