Day 348:The light at Mineral Lake yesterday was such that the shadows behind this lovely display of foliage were too bright, preventing it from standing apart from the background. Today, under pewter-grey skies, the greens were more pronounced, each shade individual from the others. The Kingfisher was among the shrubbery somewhere. I saw him in flight twice, the syllables of his cheerful call seeming to echo the fractured reflections in the water as he darted into cover.
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