Another foggy morning. I HAD to take the back roads.

This was the last Sunday that I was to play the part of Proffessor Wonder for the Kindergarten/First Grade Sunday school class at EVFree. It's been kind of fun, really. But the best part is that I don't feel rushed on my way to church in the morning. I go early so I can rehearse the skit with my partner and I can stop to take a photo on the way if I so desire, and nobody is freakin' out because we might be 45 seconds late to church. There are lovely things to be seen and composed, even on the way to church.

Playing around with an old rear view mirror I picked up at a barn sale.

Took the backroads to work on Monday. the kids have learned that there's no use in complaining to try and hurry their mother when the light is like this and she's on a photo hunt. This beauty was captured on Fisk rd. I call it "Glorious Mailbox". It's going in the calendar!

I stopped at a friend's house today to drop off some photos and while I was there I noticed that the field of alphalfa by their house was just loaded with butterflies. Most of them were some form of dusty miller, but the varieties were amazing! At first all I noticed were white and yellow, then I saw some that were bright orangey-gold with more pattern on the wings. Then I noticed ones like this which appear white, but upon closer inspection, they are yellow-green and pink! I sat there for about a half-an-hour in the bright sun and hunted butterflies with my camera. You can't approach them. You just have to sit quietly and wait for them to forget you are there and wander close. It doesn't take long; Butterflies have very short-term memories.

Today I am drowning in despondency.

Foggy Morning in Bridgewater

Usually, when people think of fall (okay, me too) they think about the trees turning color in October. But one of the really neat things about it is the morning fog. As the air gradually becomes cooler than the earth - the sun-warmed water, patchy fog adorns my trip to school each morning until I can hardly bear to pass by without stopping to capture the beauty of it all. Result: Late to devotions again. But in my heart, I have already done a sort of worshipful devotion. God, I love You and You are amazing!

So little time these days, but I'm having some fun with my camera still. The sad thing is that my little carry-it-everywhere-with-you camera, my Nikon 4200, needed to go to the camera hospital and will probably be there for four to six weeks. I'm going to miss it. Meanwhile, my Nikon 5700 will see more action.

Timothy is picking Roma tomatoes in preparation for making delicious salsa. I hope he can resist the temptation to make it hotter than I can stand. He usually makes more than one batch, and marks the mild for me.

I was wandering around outside with my camera the other day. I looked up and saw the beautiful sky, around and saw the sunflowers, and down below was this garden visitor with a beauty all his own.

Every morning about 7:35,40, the kids and I pile into the car and head for school. Yesterday morning there was a fog layer. I love fog layers. So I took the back roads for enjoyments sake. It made me a little late, but sometimes it's just worth it.