Often it is a question of black and white, right and wrong, day and night... then sometimes there is a muted blue gray... lying right there in the middle ... in the sky so high and lofty... a place to contemplate a better way. Will we ever find that path that leads to a warmer more just world... warmer in tones of heart-felt and clearer mind-set... not global threat... maybe not... but each year there is a pull towards survival ... for many winged creatures... who know it is time to change course... for if they linger on in the same place... they will not survive... they know it ... sense it ... feel it ... and make ready for the difficult and necessary relocation... migration... a journey long and arduous. As I see silhouettes of geese and ducks... flying by in the sky... I wonder why? Why we too cannot see the need for change ... to see that change is ever present in our world and lives... we cannot step into the same day twice... Heraclitus said it differently... and though rivers and days run by us... we might somehow see a way to step lighter... we do not have to fly away... just make simple changes everyday. Sometimes the truth is hidden... as if behind a veil, or fog, or smog... covering the view, but when an image (as in my first photo) is enlarged... most often the mountain of truth stands... as it always has... slightly harder to see... to comprehend. We always need to ask... what guides a mind... to follow a certain path. I find joy in a new bird sighting... this little Black-throated Blue Warbler graces my day... though it will not stay... I am grateful for the glance... for our brief chance meeting. He will be off to the West Indies soon. All the images today were taken within about a half hour of each other a few days ago. First with a gray foggy sunrise... geese fly over the Mount Holyoke Range ... then nearly right away mystery ducks fly overhead... not far from my perch at the barn studio doors... right away again... a parade it seems ... not shown here several large black crows eclipse the sun and I say why not... snapping what I think to be silhouette of crow... but what is it? Buteo chasing crow... it is most often the other way around... now there is a surprise... but then ... another change ... Why Not? Enough from those pesky crows... I say ... about time! 'White Moth' hydrangea does not seem to mind the time... it simply will not stop creating new blooms... little moths fluttering along with lovely silhouette of duck and geese ballet. 
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