I walked this morning, and I stopped, and I looked, and I smiled and offered time to each thing. For one brief moment, I saw beyond all imitation.
“If it looks like a duck, swims like a duck, and quacks like a duck, then it probably is a duck.” Well, I’m not so sure about that. I took this shot on a walk recently and it has all the characteristics of being Autumn. But it’s not, it’s Spring.
Assumptions! Assumptions! I have to confess I’ve got it so wrong at times in spite of it appearing so right.