As does this road end, so do all roads end.
It’s good to appreciate the journey, and the world you travel through.

As does this road end, so do all roads end.
It’s good to appreciate the journey, and the world you travel through.

This sunrise adds a not entirely welcome element of warmth to the day. I accept it instead of fighting or resenting it.

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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Scud, the lowest level of clouds, are roiled in advance of an impending rain shower.


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.
