Sunrise through Snow Covered Trees
Like a horse on a tether, I wandered in a circle around my house this morning for an hour and a half taking photos of the sun rising through Winter white trees. My small son still slept and I needed to be close enough to hear him call. Like the tide, the fog rose, receeded and rose again. So much beauty. Only one photo to be chosen for today. An icicle shining, a spray of snow across a frozen pond, two black crows in a snow covered tree, the pink of sunrise against serrated white hills–finally, this one chosen to represent a morning that I will never forget.