Taking off down the road in the truck, early one misty morning with Michelle. Escaping new motherhood for an hour to capture the webs that shine in the morning mist of winter.
The silence was deafening - broken only by drips of dew, bird calls and the gurgle of Campbells Creek. Wet grass, dark trunks clad in lichen, no horizon. The sun weakly burning a hole through from the other side.
Camera full, I went home to feed my little one, with the mist still in my hair.
The silence was deafening - broken only by drips of dew, bird calls and the gurgle of Campbells Creek. Wet grass, dark trunks clad in lichen, no horizon. The sun weakly burning a hole through from the other side.
Camera full, I went home to feed my little one, with the mist still in my hair.
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Lovely photos!
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