Last weekend was a gorgeous one for Dallas. Mild temps and blue skies. Perfect for a visit to White Rock Lake. Fantastic bird- and people-watching, a view no matter which way you went, and the calming effect of all that water. Bliss.
You can enlarge the photos by clicking on them for a slightly better look. Only way to see the white beaks on the coots a few shots down.
As I walked I saw father and son fishing side by side, another dad helping his little girl with her lifejacket for their kayak ride; a boy in the shade reading a book; a white-bearded man on a park bench, his wicker basket-fitted bicycle propped against it. Pink-cheeked babies, toned runners, fully kitted bikers, picnic blanket nappers—a lovely cross-section of humanity enjoying the gift of a beautiful day.
Saw quite a few birds for a late-morning visit. Bet it’s a birdwatcher’s dream at daybreak. A co-worker told me that migratory birds have been known to make a stop at White Rock Lake. Ah, flocks of feathered friends from faraway lands. I’ll come say hi.