I watched a new day begin on Sunday, Oct. 25, at the rail trestle that spans the Big Black River near Bovina. The river had flooded, so I had to shoot the bridge from afar in a thick fog. It was a glorious morning to hear the rushing water, to watch the swirls of fog float down the river, to see the classic battle of sun versus fog as the sun worked and worked and worked to penetrate the graying mist. I was at peace with God that only a place like this can give you — a place away from the hustle and bustle of daily living, a place of solitude...just me and Him....
God also gave me a chuckle that morning as I passed by a patch of kudzu that was sharing space with a herd(?) of elephant ears! It was a most unusual sight, one that pleased me to no end to get out and photograph. Once again, snake boots made these shots possible for I would not have waded out into the kudzu patch without them on! It was extremely foggy here, too.
Oh, yeah, I found one very cold grasshopper for which the sun could not come up fast enough!
God also gave me a chuckle that morning as I passed by a patch of kudzu that was sharing space with a herd(?) of elephant ears! It was a most unusual sight, one that pleased me to no end to get out and photograph. Once again, snake boots made these shots possible for I would not have waded out into the kudzu patch without them on! It was extremely foggy here, too.
Oh, yeah, I found one very cold grasshopper for which the sun could not come up fast enough!
AHHHH, Home!
ReplyDeleteGray mist like the Dawn of Creation, kudzu, elephant ears, snake boots, and a hopeful grasshopper awaiting the sun!!!
Between these and Janie's cypress knees, I feel as if I've been on a trip South.
WOW...I *love* that second shot...(and there is ZERO chance I would have gone out in that kudzu, snake boots or NOT.) I am just not dedicated enough (hangs her head)...lol.
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