Catching this morning’s frost on film was a photographic challenge. I wanted the sun to help highlight the shot, but it is such a fragile frost that disappears instantly with the faint warmth of a ray of sunlight. I found a good spot in this chilly little gully at the back of the big field. I kneeled down to get a tinge of sunshine and fall color in the background, and Kate, of course. I also got a soggy knee.
My 60th year in 60,000 words
Day 37: 80 words, TOTAL = 5501; 54,499 remaining
Robin Clifford Wood is an award-winning author, poet, and writing teacher. She lives in central Maine with her husband, loves to be outdoors, and enjoys ever-expanding horizons through her children, grandchildren, and granddogs.