The dusting of snow provided me with a canvas for many beautiful photographs this morning. I walked around, marveled at the morning, and have many shots to choose from. The snow made the ordinary quite extraordinary.
This morning's mushy sunrise was full of color and light. Kolo and I walked and watched the sun break through the clouds. We stopped for a bit and I took in all the patterns. I was fascinated by the bare branches of this familiar tree, the streak of the jet-stream, and the cove's settled fog.
Oh this sun is so beautiful. My nose seems to be frozen, but my heart burns with inspiration... Working in the light room with this morning's sunrise photo, I find myself going into the branches of the tree that's there, reaching toward the light. The light spills everywhere.