I stopped this morning to take a few photos. This one best captured the feel of the morn – very hot (26C), very humid, very still. A day and a landscape waiting for relief, for release, from the unusually long hot spell we have endured for almost a week.
A stand of last years’ teasel awaits the day.
Brilliantly lit contrails cross cross the morning sky while the land waits for the suns’ caress.
An unused barn awaits its next assignment – or a bulldozer come to knock it down.
Three years ago today, this lovely sunrise was well worth stopping for.
Melting snow, thawing ice, and roughly 35mm of rain since yesterday morning have made for some soggy fields. Fortunately, planting season is still some weeks off.
Bowing in deference to the summer’s prevailing south wind, this tree leans into, against, winters’ north wind and snow.
Far across a snow-covered field, trees stand out in misty, pale dawn light.
The sun rises and illuminates a starkly beautiful landscape.
This winter scene might be considered bleak and lifeless. It can also be considered beautiful.
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