This remarkable habitat is in the middle of Irvine and about a 10-minute drive away. Formerly known as the San Joaquin Marsh, this area used to be frequented by duck hunting clubs dating back to the late 1800s, this according to Catherine Waters in an article she authored for the American Birding Association in 2001. Of course with the urbanization of Orange County, the duck hunting subsided, but the public’s enjoyment of this area has continued.
On this glorious afternoon, the SJWS was my playground. The temptations had been strong to just sit there and watch TV or “work” on the computer, but I was successful in guilting myself to get out and exercise my camera…sure glad I did. From a photography standpoint, I picked an aweful time to go…mid-day, bright sun, very warm outside (birds seek shade and are harder to find). From a human standpoint though, it was the perfect time to go. The place was nearly deserted. The trails around the ponds were empty and the paths connecting them through corridors of trees and shrubbery were also void of other visitors. Walking around one of nature’s gems is way better than TV…but then you knew that.
I had no real expectations of capturing any National Geographic-esque moments, but I was certainly ready if such an opportunity presented itself. I enjoyed the quite walking, the coolness of the occasional shady path, and the anticipation of the possibility of finding something interesting to photograph. I wasn’t disappointed because if I’ve learned anything about photography, it’s that no matter where you are, there are ways to capture moments to convey the story of your experience. And since I was feeling particularly good about my decision, I knew that “luck” would be on my side.
For me, the image of that bench across one of the ponds told
the story of possibility…the possibility of a peaceful rest and the relaxing
view of a nature. Although nobody was
enjoying it at the time, I couldn’t help but think about how nice it would be
to just sit there and take it all it!
And then was that small, cute heron…a young night heron or green heron (I’m not a birding expert, so forgive me if I don’t have it right). I was treated to this great surprise as I came around one section of reeds and then looked back in the direction that I came from (a good habit for photographers to turn around and see other perspectives). And there it was, stretched between two reeds, just above the water line, hanging on. This was a real treat and is the sort of “luck” one finds when preparation meets opportunity.
Further on my journey I came across another scene with a small black bird tucked in thicket of tall grass. It was sitting on one strand which under its weight bowed down to make a nice perch. The silhouette was wonderful.
And then was that small, cute heron…a young night heron or green heron (I’m not a birding expert, so forgive me if I don’t have it right). I was treated to this great surprise as I came around one section of reeds and then looked back in the direction that I came from (a good habit for photographers to turn around and see other perspectives). And there it was, stretched between two reeds, just above the water line, hanging on. This was a real treat and is the sort of “luck” one finds when preparation meets opportunity.
Further on my journey I came across another scene with a small black bird tucked in thicket of tall grass. It was sitting on one strand which under its weight bowed down to make a nice perch. The silhouette was wonderful.
On the short drive home I had a real sense of satisfaction
having spent a gorgeous afternoon in such a refreshing and rejuvenating
place. Next time you’re invited to join
me!
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