Egret dance

Early evening, clouds arrive after a beautiful summer's day. The egrets playing, three together, over and in the wetlands.

We went to Smith Point beach today. Lizarding in the sun. But the beach kept shrinking: big waves from tropical storm Bertha, pushing all the people into a narrower and narrower strip of sand up against the dunes. Fun watching people scramble as the waves reached their towels laid out on the warm sand... and being half-asleep when a big wave claimed the territory under my feet. Came home when the concentration of people-to-sand was too intense.

The lifeguards have eyes like egrets: they spot someone in trouble, or likely to get into trouble, and before you hear the whistle blow, they are down off the high seat, in the water, helping someone stand up out of the surf or out onto dry land. They are good.