At the Shallows

Welcome to the edge of the water.

I wasn't looking for this.

I picked up my camera to take pictures to draw from. But, somewhere along the way on those early walks something shifted. I remembered how to be quiet again. How to be still. How to be patient. The peace, the unhurried pace — it gave me space to breathe and, slowly, to find myself again.

At the Shallows is what grew from that. A place to share what I see through my lens and what it feels like to see it. You'll find essays about wildlife, interesting facts worth noticing on the birds I follow, and glimpses behind the lens that made these images possible. Occasionally something more personal will surface — the parallel between a life in transition and a bird learning to fly is not lost on me.

Then, I fell in love with the herons. Their habits, their stillness, the quiet authority of a bird that knows how to wait. And, when I found my first rookery and learned that they return to it, year after year — called back to the place where they began, where their parents built something safe — I understood it more than I expected to. I'm still thinking about it.

Welcome to the shallows. I'm glad you're here.

See You In The Stillness.