IT FELT A HERON'S DAY TODAY

and I wondered why. Well first the day started with rain and grey clouds. Secondly the herons at the different ponds are always there and grey clouds suit them well, because of their grey and blue cloths.
When I come near they fly to the other side of the pond and come in time back to where they flew from. I think they know me, look very intense to the water as if at that special moment something interesting comes near. Even if I would not take photos I could watch their slightly different facial expressions and be amazed. Very subtle most of the time, they have a zen attitude or so it seems to me.
In the afternoon Piet Hein and I did some do it yourself in the kitchen. The little planks were sawed in the shop, we hired a drill there and did some comic strip together. But it is almost finished now.
I left home to meet Mischa at her job where I was asked by her to make some picture for a four persons committee. We found a great location, very bright coloured and the shoot began.
After that Mischa and I ate in an indian restaurant a lovely meal. I went home and Mischa to a meeting.

My haiku:

The pond green covered
Found the blue heron ashore
Fly heron be free

And the latin proverb from the book:

No man/woman is free who is a slave to the flesh.

My yesterday's proverb from Thomas Moore (Irish poet, 1779-1852) was a bit of a mystery also to myself.
That happens now and then of course. I looked the saying up in Google and found that the sentence came from a poem titled: Song of the Poco-Curante Society.
I will not write it here but it comes from the following strophe:

For priestly men who covet sway
And wealth, tho'they declare not;
Who point, like finger-posts, the way
They never go - WE CARE NOT

In the first strophe Moore declare for whom he cares and in all the following strophes for whom he does not care.