Morning Thanks--What's just outside our door

So I get this note from Delta last night, a voice mail--"We're very sorry, but your flight [add number and all of that] has been affected by a change in departure time" and etc., etc., etc.  Affected, is right.  Totally altered. I needed an entire new itinerary.

Which I got, deftly and helpfully, by a Delta guy I swore was from Texas, but claimed Georgia roots.  Named James. 

So I'm still here, home, for the morning. Otherwise, I'd be on a plane going west.  

I got up late, grabbed an apple--my normal morning's first course, and looked out back to the river, gulped, and then tried to chase it down--all that immense beauty--with my trusty camera.

We get this taste of heaven before winter, don't we?--this decadent bath of russets and bronze, of sheer gold set boldly against a deep backdrop of pure azure. I'm sure there are places where the visions might hold even more October grandeur, but this morning, just out back, I found something quite capable of taking my breath away.  Or it found me.

Just think, war'nt for some mechanic's wrench or something, I would have never seen it at all, would'a been on a plane.

Reason enough for morning thanks.