Watching Me

like a hawk.

I headed back to the old downtown of Clearwater and was taking a photograph of the doorway of a historic brick building when something, I'm not sure what, drew my attention upward to the branches of the tree I was leaning against. A quick snap before he flew off and a quick prayer that I'd have a workable image in the camera. It worked.

As I've noted before, sometimes serendipity is the most important tool in my camera bag ... and the adventure continues.