This photo was taken as the sun rose at the local beaver pond in the fall. I got up when it was still dark, walked in on the trail at first light then sat by the pond waiting for the sun to rise above the pine trees. It was a brisk morning and I remember my toes and fingers being numb with cold but my heart feeling warm with joy and grateful that I had climbed out of bed rather than hiding in the warm blankets.
Beautiful pond at sunrise!
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Thank you! It was such a pleasure being there watching and listening to the world waking up.
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