September 30, 2011
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Shrouded shadows cry
Let the sunshine brighten us
Heavy morning dew
This was the scene at sunrise over the Nebraska Sandhills last week. The photos cannot do justice, nor can I explain, how the landscape slowly comes alive and cries out to the world on a Fall fog filled morning. I know I was not alone here, yet there was not a soul to be seen or heard along this road. The silence was deafening.
The sleep wasn’t quite washed from my eyes when this low flooded area presented itself. Something about the natural beauty of the lifting fog, burning from high above, that made the land look like a painting. I took photos, but it is the memory that is indelible in my mind and touches my heart.