They winter around Milford lake near where I live. It's pure hell trying to run around freezing my butt off and never get a shot as beautiful as this one. I am absolutely jealous!
For in and out, above, about, below,
'Tis nothing but a Magic Shadow-show,
Play'd in a Box whose Candle is the Sun,
Round which we Phantom Figures come and go.
From Edward Fitzgerald's Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam