Mist rising at sunset

This was the sight that greeted me after work today when I headed out to feed the chickens and ducks. Immediately I set down my pail of hot water and trotted back to the house for the camera. That’s what I love about photography, and about having this blog. It makes me slow down, notice, appreciate.

Tuesday’s are busy days. I get off work at 5:00, do chicken chores, put something together for supper, and leave at 6:30 to take Madeline to dance class in a town a half hour away. Ordinarily I’d rush through my after-work tasks to get on the road on time.

But my eye stops me now. A voice whispers, “Look at that!” And I do. And I try my best to capture in a file of pixels what my eye sees.

Unfortunately this picture does no justice to real life.

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3 Responses to Mist rising at sunset

  1. Caroline says:

    Nice picture! I know what you mean about the camera not being able to capture the picture we see… I was trying to take a picture of some bunchy blades of grass coated in ice, but the 2-D picture just didn’t come out right.

  2. Like the iridescent colors of the pheasant we found (dead) by our front door tonight. And the color of the crisp blue sky this morning against the evergreens and yellow chicken house. God used the most amazing one-of-a-kind palette when he created this world, eh?

  3. Candice says:

    I’ve never lived in a snowy place, I just feel the cold would make me miserable. But seeing your photo…. That’s something special.