There is that time in many early mornings when everything appears to take on an aura of magic. Yesterday was such a morning, the sun struck the world with it bight beams, the night’s rain sparkled, the air misty and pungent, and yet fresh. Colors seem most vibrant, everything appeared renewed. Through the camouflage of alder, spiraea, and cattails I spotted this Great Egret fishing along Simpson Creek in Beaver Creek Marsh. I should always be out and about to catch these magical mornings.