morning meadow

Approaching Storm

 

This morning, I crawled out of bed at six, hoping to see fog out of the window. I was disappointed, no fog in sight. So, I stood there looking out the front door and wondered what I should do with the pretty morning. When you are anticipating fog, a clear morning takes a bit to get used to. It's like when you are expecting cake and you get pie. You like pie, but the idea of eating pie when your mouth was set for cake takes a moment. I even thought about going back to sleep but,  I started thinking about pie.

In this case, pie was a nearby meadow that I like to walk in the morning. I enjoy watching Mom Nature waking up. I grabbed my camera, phone and spare battery and jumped in the car. When I arrived at the meadow, I was the only one around…. I had the place to myself!

 

Meadow Grass

 

The meadow grass was lit up by the golden sun and the flowers and grasses were covered with droplets of fresh dew.

 

Water Drops on Grass 2

 

Water Drops on Grass

 

I love to look at the huge number of different wild flowers that grow in the meadow. All kinds of colors and shapes. I wish I knew more about them but, I can only name a few.

 

Meadow Flower 1

 

Meadow Flower 2

 

Thistle and Bug

 

Meadow Flower 3

 

Meadow Flower 5

 

Half way through my walk, I noticed a group of three young deer frolicking. I don't normally use the word "frolicking" very often. However, I can't think of a better word to describe what they were doing. Just jumping and running in circles. This is one of those times where I wish that I had packed longer glass. I only had my 18-55mm walk around glass with me.

 

Distant Deer

 

In this image, you can just make out the three deer on the right side. I stood and watched them quietly for about ten minutes. Eventually one of them saw me and they all took to the trees beyond.

 

Found Shirt

 

I walk a looping trail through the meadow and soon after making the turn back towards the car, I came across this man's shirt hanging on a pole. I can only imagine what he was thinking. I mean, what would be on your mind so strongly that you would forget your shirt? Pie?

Perhaps the poor guy thought about breakfast pie and lost his mind as he suddenly rushed to get home.

 

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