The shapes in the lagoon fascinate me. The water creeps through the marshy grass into extraordinary puddles and fingers of water. Sometimes the heron sits on the near edge; other times he’s across the main body of water on the other shore. His stark whiteness stands out. I’m surprised he’s not vulnerable to predators; he certainly doesn’t blend in.
Stand out or blend in? Sometimes one is more politic than the other. Often we don’t get to choose.