Dusk

DuskAs the sun approached the horizon, painting the sky in shades of deep purple, an old leaning fence post stood sentinel in a field kissed by the crisp winds of autumn. Perched atop the weathered wood was a short eared owl, its golden eyes scanning the landscape with keen precision. Dusk was the hour of promise, bridging the day to night with a veil of cool mystery. The owl, with its mottled feathers blending seamlessly with the earthy tones of fall,

the fog wrapped Amherst Island in a soft embrace

you can see a small white cross below the majestic oak tree

Fields bathed in low light

Northern Harrier glides low—

This male Harrier Hawk was a familiar figure on the island

their colours fading as winter's breath whispered through the reeds

now shrouded in twilight

This composite image captures the moments before a Belted Kingfisher strikes the water in hope of capturing breakfast

Northern Harrier's will land with greater frequency when the wind is calm

Its wings beat silently against the crisp air

Dominance displayed

As the first light of day broke over an inland lake in Newfoundland