Sometimes, it is all in how you see things rather than what you are actually looking at. I know that does not make a lot of sense to those not familiar with a thing called an active imagination but, for those of us with one, it is the norm. We often see things a good bit differently than other folks. Not that it is a bad thing since it does keep us amused.
Early this morning, I took the old dog out for his usual walk. Since life now revolves totally around his needs, I can never be far from him. He falls and cannot get back up. (Someone needs to invent one of those Life Alert things for dogs. I am not being flippant there...it really would come in handy.) That said, I can not go to the pier. It has been ages since the sunrise has been photographed (or even enjoyed) from over the water. I have had to start looking for gaps in the treeline to get any pictures, whatsoever. This morning was no different. It was a gorgeous sunrise but the walk took us behind a thick grove of trees. One small gap gave me a glimpse of what I was missing but, also, gave me a different perspective of the horizon. I photographed what I saw as a "floating island" amidst a surreal landscape. A lone oak tree gracefully spread its branches while the sun reddened the waters about it.
In reality, the large, sprawling oak tree is the top of a lanky pine tree. The bayou of reddened waters is merely the sunrise shooting rays on the clouds. The "island" is lower branches of the same tree. I did not see it that way. I saw it as utopia. That magical, mystical place where one could escape the worries of the world and find peace. Maybe I just need that peace right now. Maybe I need a magical, mystical place to escape. Maybe the Bayou just feeds the imagination and, yeah, I want to go there.
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