I had been waiting for this all day summer, the first trip to the Woodbridge Ecological Preserve. Isenberg.
It’s funny how a small strip of dirt and a patch of grass can sway my interests so deeply. Just beyond a small barb wire fence and metal stakes is a small man made wetlands that for about four months holds some of the most interesting creatures to fly in front of my lens, the sandhill crane.
Looking somewhat prehistoric in the air with their long necks and spindly legs the birds roost in the shallow water every night from October through February during their winter migration.
I have coming to Isenberg to watch the cranes sunset arrival and sunrise departure for several years. I am always amazed at the sight of mass fly in to roost, the sky dotted with cranes on the horizon as they approach.
No picture can capture the eerie call of thousands of birds in the darkness calling as the last glimmer of sunlight slips below the horizon.
Each trip I have made is a unique adventure of form and color making Isenberg one of my favorite places to photograph.