In the morning, the mist rolls back away from the rising sun, the farmhouse down the road emerges like some fairy castle, the blue begins to peek out from behind the gray clouds. Photographer’s light.
23
May
Rolling Mist
by Jon Katz
In the morning, the mist rolls back away from the rising sun, the farmhouse down the road emerges like some fairy castle, the blue begins to peek out from behind the gray clouds. Photographer’s light.