Into the mystic
There is something ethereal about fog. Perspective is diminished, contrast fades away and shapes take on a different form as they waver in and out of the mist. My first Isenberg sunrise of… Continue reading
There is something ethereal about fog. Perspective is diminished, contrast fades away and shapes take on a different form as they waver in and out of the mist. My first Isenberg sunrise of… Continue reading
The harvest moon has risen, there is a cool breeze in the evening and the sandhill cranes have returned to Isenberg. Everything is right with the world. My second trek to Isenberg of… Continue reading
The first harvest moon in October in early a decade rose over Tracy this week. The harvest moon is the first full moon near the fall, also called autumnal, equinox, which took place… Continue reading