In the morning, right after I feed my dogs, I go outside with my camera and under the watchful eye of the Crony Brothers and Barnaby, I take pictures of my garden in the morning light. So much for solitude at dawn.
This winter has been foggy and mysterious.
The sunrises through a light fog shroud me in gauzy pink light that remind me of Monet's impressionistic paintings.
And I forget myself as I click away with my camera hoping to merely capture a glimpse of the beauty surrounding me. As the pastel colors fade, I hear The Crony Brothers' garage door close. Show over. And I smile to myself.