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The Clam After Dark

Right Next door to Shawshank is the newly cleaned up Clam Bayou. New walkways and bike paths have been constructed and, luckily, a key gets you into the place from a gate around the corner.

One day last week I decided a walk was in order, and I took the camera, just in case I spotted anything interesting.  




One of my New Year's resolutions/goals is to work on my picture taking skills, or lack of.  Without a tripod I snapped this picture of a new moon.  Not too bad, really.  If you look closely you can see a couple craters in the light/shadow area.



The sunset had already happened but I lightened this up quite a bit.  This is the time many creatures come out for food.  It was a bit eerie to be waling around in the dark. 


These ospreys are watching for their next meal.


This picture I liked but it can be improved on next time.  The moon with a vapor trail from a jet underneath was neat, in a bad artistic kind of way.


I just took a picture in the dark and didn't know these guys were sitting on the filtering system until I got home.


Now look closely and you can barely see a heron in the center of the picture.  I heard a lunging and watery sound and snapped the picture.


I didn't know until I got home that he had, in fact, caught his supper.  Yup, thats a small fish in his beak.


Another one was patrolling the banks looking for a tidbit.


There was some movement in the branch but couldn't really tell what it was.  Took these two pictures but even the Internet couldn't narrow down what this guy is.  


Frankly, it looks like a penguin, but I think its just your garden variety blue heron. 
 It got chilly a couple weeks ago but not that chilly.






The stars came out, the predators woke up and I went home.

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