|Looking northwest. There were quite a few walkers, all smiling.|
|From the inner edge of the spit, looking towards the Campbell River mouth. There's a heron hiding behind the grasses on the left.|
|A bit later, looking east. It feels like rain, and the fish are leaping out in the channel.|
|And here's the heron, watching me, but too lazy to fly away.|
|The heron in a more typical pose: looking discouraged. Herons are not happy birds, not even when they have a full stomach.|
|Into the wild grey yonder. Ducks, I think.|
|Five minutes from home.|
A Skywatch post.