Watcher watched

I just got back from my morning walk, and was standing on this bridge in the drizzle, cupping my steaming mug and watching a blue heron fishing in the river. I didn't take my camera. (So often when I bring it I find myself looking for things to photograph instead of taking in what's around me.)  But this

morning I was wishing I had it with me... watching the heron, huge V's of geese flying overhead (is the summer that far gone already?), gulls muttering on the rocks below. And as I turned to look around I realized that I was being watched by a fox. She was a beauty, so clean and fat, and I tried to get close to her but she disappeared into the bush. I don't really have a point... just liked the idea of watching and being watched, and being able to enjoy a few minutes outside before I start the day's work.

These are photos that I found online on 11..th's photostream. The season isn't this far along yet, but it was nice to see my own backyard through someone else's eyes.  The photo below is at App's mill, a favorite fishing spot a few minutes from home that I don't get to visit as often as I'd like... maybe I'll make time tomorrow?  Have a good day.

photos from here