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

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

Heralding the arrival of a new day, the approach of autumn, and the approach of migration, a flock of Canada Geese flies across my field of view.

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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.

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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