This was gong to be a Silent Sunday but there is a story here. The night before as we were driving towards our off-the-highway inn for the night, I smiled. I was in photography mode and thinking that there is little beauty to photograph from a hotel parking lot at these busy highway turnoffs.
Next morning I joined JB for breakfast, getting my usual scrambled powdered eggs, almost toasted English muffin, and juice. I looked up and there it was. The sun shinning on autumn leaves, slowly illuminating the mountains in the distance. People get up at 5:00 in the morning and travel miles to see this scene in their viewfinder. Fate shined on me with a room close to the dining room and next to a door to this scene.
I don’t think cold powdered eggs taste too much different than hot ones – especially when I am glowing with the privilege of witnessing a beautiful Appalachian sunrise.
I took my normal route to pick up Julie for our weekly quest to find the perfect image. We decided that with Fall we could actually get up early enough to catch the first rays of sun, and as I drove past the Lime Lake county park I glanced in that direction. The mist was rising off the lake and the sun was coming up over the trees on the far side.
After shooting several photographs, I started back to the car – and stopped. I had almost missed this beautiful tree silhouetted against the sun-rise mist.