I could watch the fog dance all day.
These photos are from last fall, maybe even the fall before… they somehow got lost in the depths of my computer and never made it to the blog. Although, I think maybe they made it onto canvass at one point; I don’t remember. Nonetheless, I love these photos… I love the way fog hangs in the trees. This is what peace feels like inside of me.
This morning offered up a most spectacular moment; the sun shone gloriously upon the frosted field. It’s always a bit of a hustle to capture the moment when it’s happening. I am often frantic in these moments trying to capture what I see, because the light changes so fast during the sunrise. I find transition periods to be uncomfortable sometimes, but I really appreciate the space between seasons.
This is my brothers dog, Ursa… he calls her Pig. She’s a gentle giant who loves to love and roll in the dust (like a pig). She wouldn’t get out of the frame this morning, so here she is in all her dark grandeur.