There's something about a blue jay's loud jeer that brings on a nostalgic feeling I can't really explain. Our senses have a way of doing that, of taking us places in a form of time travel.
Like smelling freshly mowed grass or holding an old book read to you as a child and pausing over one particular illustration for some unknown reason. Tasting butterscotch pudding or chili made from your Dad's recipe.
These little sensory memory cells hold bits and pieces of us for a lifetime. Waiting to be summoned at a moment's notice.
Blue Jay - 6x6-inch oil on canvas panel.