Another Sunday rolls in on riffled water and gold...(eyes to the east...rolling would be a key word)
Maybe one day I'll get tech sophisticated enough to have the sounds I hear embedded in the photos...the twittering of birds, 4 or 5 competing songs that somehow work in harmony. Birds in my yard, birds around the bay, hidden in trees and mangroves. The sharp cries of the gulls, the occasional scratchy rooster call, the spinning glint splashing of a fish jumping, leaves trembling in a very soft breeze, all filling a fresh morning air scented with subtle smells that defy definition except for 'dawn'. I don't think any technology will ever capture that...and for that, I give thanks.