Migration was here—and before the winds carried it away, the Great Egret let its wing graze the surface of the water that had sheltered it through the seasons.
The faint ripple it left behind was a memory in motion—of patient hunts among the reeds, of moonlit nights standing beneath the stars, of quiet existence with the marsh itself. It was a farewell, not rushed or sorrowful, but full of gratitude for everything the water had given.
Photograph by Robert David Atkinson, 2025.
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Unframed 16"x20" image on 17"x22" paper, archival fine art digital print. Ships flat.
