Peace inside a Foggy Ridge
The Edge of the World
In a very literal sense this is the edge of my world. On mornings when I slip out of the house to take photographs, I need to stay within hearing should my littlest awake and this, the edge of our land, is the farthest I can go. In another sense, the real world is out there and here, today, fog obscured the far hills at dawn creating a cup of quiet for me to find some peace when heart and throat were both hurting.