Yea, though I walk....

You may find it odd that recently we've been heading out to the largest cemetery here in town.  Reason?  Of course...what else but birding.  On the hot spot list of places to go birding during the Spring [and Fall] migration seasons is the Rosehill Cemetery.  The area is vast in size...and loaded with such a variety of greenery, from small ornamental bushes to colossal oaks!  There are quiet streets meandering throughout all the sections, and they're lined with the cooler shadows of the overhanging branches.  Now, to be honest, we've gone there at different times of day, without seeing much difference in bird residents than what we have in our own back yard.  This past week, tho, I saw at least what I think I saw was a migratory Mississippi Kite.  I stalked it from tree to tree and section to section only to have it take off long before I was within camera range.  Eventually, the last tree it landed in by the time I got even half way near, I saw just the shadow of it flying overhead and far away from the cemetery grounds.  Another day, returning in hopes the Kite returned also, Bud and I scared out a Chuck Will's Widow from some low-lying bush.  I think it scared ME more than I scared it!  Seriously?  Yes...'cause another time we were there birding, a woman cleaning up a gravesite of her family member was stung by a scorpion...and at the time the 'Widow' flew out of the brush...I was just thinking to "make sure you watch  where you step, Anni"!!  Okay, so to make this a short story instead of turning into a long recitation, the camera wasn't used enough...no new birds...so, I aimed it at this beautiful headstone.  The dappled sunlight and shadows were very  humbling - I found myself in reverie; lost in thoughts of the 23rd Psalm:

WEEKLY TOP SHOT - SUNLIT SUNDAY - SHADOW SHOT SUNDAY