My feet in water in this particular orange glow, I am the happiest guy in the world, The Narrows.
Mornings are cooler, my presence is rewarded this morning for this last trip of the season, Portland Head Light.
The morning light kisses the canyon and he seems to catch fire, Bryce Canyon National Park.
It is early in the season, the mountains are snowy, I have the place to my only this morning, T. A. Moulton Barn.
It’s raining cats and dogs, i have little hope, but suddenly the light burn the horizon, Bass Harbor Head Light.