The Sleeping Rock
On my way home from an excursion, I decided to stop and look for ducks at a cozy, little spot. With my peanut butter and honey sandwich in one hand, and camera sling strap draped across my body, I followed the path toward the water.
No ducks.
Hearing the cry of the Bald Eagle made my eyes immediately focus on the tall white pines on the island in the distance as the rock continued to sleep peacefully in the marsh.
just seeing, saying, and sharing...
The Sleeping Rock
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