On another morning - it would have been all about the great blue bird.
About her elegance and balanced grace. About her focus and concentrated patience.
I would have stalked and followed her. I would have gotten down on my knees to capture her.
For years I've hoped to find her perched on this great rock instead of walking the perimeter.
As she does - most always.
And - here she was. On this great rock. Today.
On this morning - it was all about the tree.
The stunning red...and not the blue. The leaves...and not the feathers.
Maybe - it's the brilliant fleeting color of this too-fleeting season?
Or- maybe it's just me. Looking at the same old scene....and choosing to see differently?