Word of the Year
At the beginning of the year, a challenge is issued in Ricky Tims’ photography class to depict a personal challenge for the year.
I had in mind the word ‘Soar’ but as my muscles and bones were quite ‘sore’ after my recent health issue, I decided another word might be better. And, truth to be told, the birds refused to fly focusing instead on ‘lunch’ or ‘supper’ or ‘snack’ or whatever meal birds put on their personal time schedule.
The Orchid Society meets in our local arboretum–and at one end is the secondary sewage treatment area. Far from being nasty as one might expect from the name it is a lovely estuary for migratory birds and water fowl.
I had hoped for spoonbills but had to settle for coots and pintails.
My word is ‘plunge’ with an implied ‘in’.
And I was thrilled to be the photo of the week of the many dozens of lovely photos submitted.