Today is Saturday and I have an almost un-interrupted day of pleasure. First I go to look for kingfishers with my new lens.

Manual focus is the new black

Tittle tattle

I then spend the morning sanding, cleaning and generally pampering the new boat, whose name cannot be spoken.

Voldemort

There is nothing better than messing around with boats.

I go to the university and spy Pintails on the lake.

I like it that they come to our lake.

On the way home, I see a beautiful Egret kinda wandering around.

Great White Hope, y’all.

Whilst watching the Egret another Egret slip, slides in.

Yay, Pacific Rim Egret.

I rush back to the car. I’m late. I have to go to a dinner. Suddenly about 10 meters from me a Peregrine Falcon explodes from the growth. This is a rare, rare bird on Okinawa. Even with my manually focus lens, I get it.

How to explain the importance of this?

I live in a sub-culture of seeing.