Last week Sunday, in the quietness of the late afternoon, I visited this familiar creek corridor in Dane county.
The bird activity was slow which afforded me the time to view this place via a different lens.
In the stillness of the sunny afternoon, the repeating patterns of light, shadow and reflections were illuminated.
These moments of solitude feel both precious and stolen considering the flurry of human activity that often fills this corridor.
It is only a matter of a month or so when this seemingly serene scene will be teaming with spring migrants and warbler-ravaged birders among the numerous runners, bikers and walkers.
Visions of the impending crowds render such moments as this even more surreal and poignant.
The bird activity was slow which afforded me the time to view this place via a different lens.
In the stillness of the sunny afternoon, the repeating patterns of light, shadow and reflections were illuminated.
These moments of solitude feel both precious and stolen considering the flurry of human activity that often fills this corridor.
It is only a matter of a month or so when this seemingly serene scene will be teaming with spring migrants and warbler-ravaged birders among the numerous runners, bikers and walkers.
Visions of the impending crowds render such moments as this even more surreal and poignant.
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