The poetry of the earth is never dead. ~John Keats

Yes, those are light blue feathers; a most extraordinarily beautiful bird. I took this picture last weekend at the Bronx Zoo.

I love the birds best, I suppose. There are so many different kinds of birds; colors, shapes, sizes. We look at birds with wonder and envy. We wish we could fly. We wish we could sing. We wish we were colorful. We wish we were unique.

Perhaps we are unique, but we don’t look at ourselves with the same wonder that we look at birds; familiarity breeds contempt.

Clean your mirror. You are extraordinary.

See more bird pictures from the Bronx Zoo on my Flickr here.