I trust we all have survived paying homage to the IRS. Now we can look forward to the way in which our dollars continue to be spent. I roll my eyes skyward with trepidation.
As an antidote, I offer ten more days of beauty which may allow us a tiny reprieve from a full ‘to do’ list.
Out of the mist, a very old farm truck illuminates the bluff. Who perched it there? Does it still work?
None of that really matters; it captures my eye and imagination. To me mist, evokes mystery, add the rust, the green, the color of the dirt, the light catching the headlamps and the bright sunscreen above the windshield. What else do you see?
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