Nature speaks. She whispers with a breeze, a pattering of rain.....in the colors of the rising sun. I listen and see and want to capture it all.
What a beautiful connection
I was so excited when I heard the forecast of heavy fog and cold temps over night. As I fell to sleep I dreamed of where I would go first in the morning to capture the anticipated hoar frost. Sigh. It did not get cold enough but still, I was able to capture a soft frost in the early morning light.
