It was a lovely morning, the first clear morning in perhaps a week.

I crouched low to get this insects’ eye view of a soybean field.
A farmers’ yard light is a tiny speck lost in the immensity of a field of corn stubble barely illuminated by a glorious dawn.
So it is with all of us, mere specks in the immensity of all that is.
I love the delicate pastel colours of a lovely winter morning. Isn’t this marvellous?