In the Morning Light

In the morning, right after I feed my dogs, I go outside with my camera and under the watchful eye of the Crony Brothers and Barnaby, I take pictures of my garden in the morning light.  So much for solitude at dawn.

This winter has been foggy and mysterious.  

The sunrises through a light fog shroud me in gauzy pink light that remind me of Monet's impressionistic paintings.  

And I forget myself as I click away with my camera hoping to merely capture a glimpse of the beauty surrounding me.  As the pastel colors fade, I hear The Crony Brothers' garage door close.  Show over.  And I smile to myself.