Though I was at work and about to get very busy, I had to stop and savour this glorious October sunrise.
It’s good to be alive.
Fitzi lay in the grass; a second or two after I took this photo he started rolling.
Life is good when you are Fitzi.
(I have had some trouble posting photos during the last few days.)
It has been a glorious early spring day. Full sun, not a cloud in the sky, Bella Luna rising in the afternoon.
A good day to be alive.
This vintage, World War II-era C-47 Skytrain visited a local airport today.
I had booked a ride; alas a thunderstorm arrived at the scheduled taxi time so the flight was cancelled. I was disappointed, yet such is life.
Some folks may describe this image as depicting a gloomy day. To me it was good to be able to take this photo, know the palpable difference between today’s temperature, -1, and last Wednesday’s temperature of -10 with a stiff wind blowing, to have made it another year. It was and is a good day.
An extraorinarily foggy morning was a blank slate. How would the day turn out? I chose to fill the slate with this thought and belief.
It is, and it will be, a good day to be alive.