Sun rise
There is just something wonderful about being able to see the sky.
Sunrise in Wisconsin means gazing over lush green corn fields in the summer, dry corn stalks in the fall, and drifts of snow in winter. I’m skipping mud season—only tolerated because of the promise of lovely green and wild abandonment of growing things.
a camera can never capture the colors we see.
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