Crepe Myrtles and Sun Beams

   You can tell that I do not leave the Bayou much when I start marveling over what others simply overlook.  A tiny mushroom, water droplets on a leaf or even the "perfect pine cone" can send me into a frenzy to grab the camera.  I have no idea why I photograph everything around here since after I am dead and gone, the pictures will most likely be "dead and gone", as well.  Others do not seem to be enthralled by these simple things.  I am.

  This morning, it was the way the sun's rays were filtering through the crepe myrtle blossoms.  The backlit bloom was almost mesmerizing to me.  A soft breeze gently swayed the cluster of blooms causing the light to almost dance.  Of course, that morning sun brightened the already hot-pink blooms making them seem like pink fire.  Yes, the imagination was in high gear as I sat in the old wicker chair, drinking coffee and swatting mosquitoes.  So goes life on the Bayou.