The egret has the body of a performer. Its reflection is a partner in language and art. On a perfect day, on a healthy lake, the egret overflows with symbols, offering the great royal heart, infinity, peace, the acrobat, the spaceship and windows. 

Accidental language and art repeat often with playfulness and depth. Multiple coincidences suggest nature is communicating in a language worthy of a planet. -from The Secret Lives of Egrets 

A gorgeous egret spreads her wings. A male doubles her wingspan. Sexual energy burns like a laser. The female sublimely directs it over the tidal lake. As their wings gather the air, something in the atmosphere changes. The dead air breathes. Wing Trancers are tribal dancers and teachers of shamans.     -from The Secret Lives of Egrets

Under the umbrella of its own beauty the white egret adjusts its feathers. Its reflection reveals the arc of its spirit.  

In the green world, in the lifting mist, the egret is still far away. Without explanation, suddenly there is clarity.

A great egret studies the water, earth and air. They become a painting. He merges into it to feel it. In the water's illness he finds beauty. Through the beauty he finds the path.

Myths come alive. Archetypes appear.

The great egret is simply an egret fishing. As the sun changes, the egret changes. Turning 180 degrees, the egret faces the diesel spill which glows yellow in the sunset. Raising its wings, the egret becomes an angel and from it comes a healing force. The water strengthens. The fuel retreats into absorbent booms. 

The angel turns around and becomes a bird. The bird returns to fishing.  

The great egret is simply an egret fishing. As the sun changes, the egret changes. Turning 180 degrees, the egret faces the diesel spill which glows yellow in the sunset. Raising its wings, the egret becomes an angel and from it comes a healing force. The water strengthens. The fuel retreats into absorbent booms. 

The angel turns around and becomes a bird. The bird returns to fishing.  

From elegant egret the white spirit switches to crone. With the crone comes the great silent soul-shaking laugh of the hag, Life is short.

Respect the earth, water and air, and live long.

In the lagoon the fisher egret stalks an entity destined for removal. 

On top of the world, the guardian of the watery planet does the same.

The lagoon sometimes resembles a breathing painting on a perfect day or, sometimes, an exquisite print, two-dimensional and satisfying. Flying out of it, into the third-dimension, is the egret.

Here is the attire of a young envoy, alive, charged, and happening, part punk, part guide, part entity with which to reckon. 

Devastatingly handsome with attitude, it's a good look, worthy of tribal prince or nature's environmental warrior.

A royal court of snowy egrets gathers solemnly in the shadows in a formal scene charged with sexual energy and a mysterious waiting, as if for the impending event.  

Flying the border between winter and spring, a great egret arrives at the end of December, bearing the colors of the new year.

The water forms a vertical curtain in earth tones and rippled chevon patterns before curving, flowing forward into the world with inviting blues. In the center of the water's pattern display is the snowy egret, visually dancing with the world that surrounds it and revealing the hypnotic yellow foot. 

The snowy egret, having circled the ceremonial area of the lagoon, seems to consecrate the water. As the sun fades, the egret leaps into the last sunbeam. Soon, it will enter a trance state and merge into a phenomenal mirage of breathtaking complexity. 

A brown pelican and a great egret are in each other's company for a long while. Camaraderie and respect exist between the two great birds. They are even social, as they survey Berkeley's inner city tidal lake on a nearly perfect day.

Still in a trance-like state, the egret crosses over from the evaporating mirage moment, as the whole environment morphs to what looks like a technicolor animation with simple lines and expanses of calmness.