
Dawn, country road


I paused for a few mements to admire the sunrise.

The nearly full moon caught my eye this morning. The brisk crosswind which caught my arms and legs made it impossible to hold the camera steady.

I knew it would be difficult to hold the camera steady in the stiff breeze. The morning’s grandeur was too compelling to to pass up.

Dawn light blazed in my rear view mirror so I was compelled to stop, admire, and share.

Dawn sunlight gives a chunk of snow a pale, rosy glow.

All roads lead somewhere even if you cannot see or do not know the destination.

Teasel heads call to me. Though I know they are a ‘weed’ I like how the stalks are so straight and how the seed heads are so fuzzy. They are a favourite subject.

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.

The ghostly suggestion of a building – or is it a trick of the imagination? – lurks behind a stand of teasel.
