I don't often see the dawn, not being much of a morning person. But I'm glad I didn't miss this today: Our old maple breathing in light, like a swimmer's face rising from the sea of shadows.
Just a few minutes later, the sun lit up the far woods at the other end of the world:
The light here in fall is glorious, made all the more precious by the knowledge that it cannot stay for long. br />
Posted for Shadow Shot Sunday 2