It is a day too fine to not be out. The air is clear of all of yesterday's fog and with the low winter sun, the light over the marsh casts arctic contrasts on everything it can touch. I am aimless today and without a need to go in any particular direction. I end up in the Indian River for awhile where I just sit and wait for things to happen. I spend my time just looking at it.
And, the red-throated loon is where I usually see the red-throated loon.