I feel like I did when I graduated from High School and my friends all left for College and I didn't, I was lazy back then and had paid the price. I was lost and alone in a familiar land, forced to seek a different path. In this case its the ducks that are leaving town, not my 12th grade buddies.
For some reason I'm taking the migration kind of hard this year, sort of personal. The leaves have changed colors and fallen. The stark Oak branches reach out with gnarled fingers and grip my very soul...
Okay, the ducks are leaving, get over it,
But you know your bio-rhythms are on a down turn when you sight a Red Tailed Hawk and grabbing your camera off the back seat and fumbling through your memory bank for f stop #'s you get a click off just in time, and it looks good on the little three inch screen on the back of the camera. The whole team is excited! Way to go Hands! Nice job Eyes! Way to get that picture!
What is that?
And if you think I'm talking about the branch across the face your not looking close enough.
Somethings I don't want to touch even with Photoshop!