I didn’t set out to photograph a white wagtail close-up that evening — it was just another visit to my favourite lake, a place I return to for a bit of calm and to see what’s happening along the shore.
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Blue hour at a flooded lake in early spring, where last year’s reeds and distant birds shape a quiet, in-between moment
You don’t notice the light first here — you notice how the lake begins to breathe. Wind moves through the trees behind you. Water shifts quietly at the edges of the flooded ground. Somewhere out there, across a surface that’s hard to read in the fading light, come the scattered calls of birds — ducks, coots, grebes, swans. Beneath it all, a low, steady murmur: frogs waking after winter.
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