MindSpinner

This morning dawned a dark day; clouds lay blue-black to the west, promising storms and yet more drenching rain. But as I drove to work past fields and farms, trees and houses, dawn’s light shot out of clear sky at the margin of the eastern horizon, straight across from east to west. Suspended between the light on one horizon and the dark on the other, a statuesque tree, solitary and winter-bare in a field, was lit ablaze with the orange light of morning against the indigo sky.

That’s it. The camera comes with me every day, and I will be that odd woman who stops to take pictures on the side of the road :->.