I had never been to the Japanese Garden when the crepe myrtles were blooming.
(Probably because it's always too blooming hot.)
This year I was determined to visit and I made it.
Camera, water bottle and fan in hand.
It was worth the visit.
I almost always see a whistling duck or two and a yellow-crowned night heron.
Not this time.
This time it was the elegant great white heron.
All of a sudden -- there he was.
I walked around the water fall and tried not to disturb him.
He was there on an important mission.
Wishing YOU well and much joy.