I was fortunate to see the rising sun briefly appear above the horizon before disappearing behind a deck of clouds.

I was fortunate to see the rising sun briefly appear above the horizon before disappearing behind a deck of clouds.

As the molten white sun rises, a phragmites head waves in the morning breeze.

I was fortunate to be able to stop and take in lovely dawn.

A brilliant late fall dawn graced this morning. It was most welcome, after a snowfall and two cloudy mornings.

As we neared the end of this years commercial tomato harvest, one of the last untouched tomato fields was opened up by this combination of a tractor/harvester (harvester obscured) and tractor/dump wagon combination.

The sun breaks over the horizon.
It’s good to be alive, to see such a spectacle.

The sun juuuuust peeks over the horizon on a warm late summer morning.
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A laneway fades into the mist, as do the past and the future.
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Wagon loads of wheat straw await transport to the barn.
I was born and bred a city boy. Living in a small town in a large farming district has opened my eyes and sensitivities to the turn of the seasons, and to where my food comes from.
