I crouched low to get this insects’ eye view of a soybean field.

I crouched low to get this insects’ eye view of a soybean field.

Sunrise – yes, sunrise – on a summer morning when cirrus clouds, and the sun, were largely cloaked by smoke from wild fires several hundred klicks away in Manitoba and northwest Ontario.
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Seventeen Turkey Vultures greet the new day.


A carols its’ welcome to the new day.
I love hearing birdsong on a spring morning.

This vista was worth more than all the gold I might care to own.

I reviewed some recent photos. This one is impossibly lovely.

Another day blazes into existence.

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.

A country barn, backgrounded by a low, thick bank of fog.
