An Early Morning Point of View

An early morning walk...
Quiet...Peaceful...Beautiful...Reflective...
 I love our little lane that we live off of. 
The ocean is to the left, about 200 ft down the cliff... 
and there are fields on the right.
 I've passed this fence many times, but this time, in the early light, it pulled me in...
 deeper...
 and deeper.
 I pulled back and looked again.
 The lines, soft colors and textures drew back over and over.
 I played with focal points....
 and heights.
Normally, the flowers would have been my point of view...the shot I would work to get.
However, stepping back, drawing closer, experimenting with angles and surrounding elements was insightful and fun.
 I took time and lingered, found the can in such an odd place and then noticed the twisting vines ...
and discover yet another view that I liked.
 I had envisioned a different focus for my walk, but the morning presented a wonderful alternative. The walk was forgotten and I lingered...and listened... and played. 
My favorite photo is the second one in this series.
This is different than what I normally would have focused on. 
The soft light, the bent rail, the flowers almost washed out...
the scene invites you to enter, to discover, to play...