PHOTO POST
It might be daybreak or it might be day’s end, when sunshine suddenly streaks across the autumn landscape.
Even on a cloudless afternoon, a low-angled sun heats up the remaining flowers for just a few hours.
But rain or shine, on the wide expanse of mudflat in the marsh clusters of dabbling ducks are feeding. The smallest of the lot, the Green-Winged Teal, came within camera range late one afternoon, minutes before sunset.
A lone White-Throated Sparrow preferred the mid-morning hours for forays beyond the thickets and onto the mudflat.
At the marsh edge a forest of inky cap mushrooms sprang up, spreading their rich stain on anyone who reached out to touch, before withering back to earth a day later.
On the marsh edge, too, I found another treasure: a cracked, fragile, translucent clam shell. When washed by ripples at the lakeshore the shell channeled many colours of sunlight.
When a wavelet toppled the shell into sandy water it appeared a whole new creature, ready to swim away.
For a few days in the last week of October, the bright air warmed enough in early afternoon to activate bees and hover flies.
Back in the marsh a Mute Swan found a patch of water deep enough to float in.
A small flock of wading birds – I believe these are Pectoral Sandpipers – preferred to feed in very shallow water at the far edge of the mudflat.
Like many other pipers who stopped here this fall, they seem now to have departed for points south.
The gulls, though, will stick around for the winter, sometimes all together on the marsh, sometimes in congregations on the waters of the lake, sometimes strolling quietly in early morning along the shoreline.
At last, suddenly, the bright light rises out of the lake.