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.