my morning weakness
Sunday mornings are my opportunity to get up early and enjoy a sunrise walk. Driving over to the lake and walking around the shore or through the prairie are pretty typical. When I am done, I often head downtown just to look for something to photograph. For some strange reason, my car drives past Schuler's Bakery… all on its own, I swear. The doughnuts are good but the butterfly cookies are even better.
All I can say is that my waist line is lucky that I don't walk every morning.
morning walk
Saturday morning, I woke to a foggy morning and decided to go for a walk before the sun burned off the cool mist. Walking in the fog is one of my favorite experiences. I love the muted colors and the way the fog shrouds the lights.
I love the lack of echo. The moist air seems to absorb the sounds and even the noise of the gravel crunching under my feet doesn't go far.
I love the cool air. Even when the day has plans to become hot, the morning fog provides a cool damp blanket.
The fog is full of surprises and even familiar paths give you opportunities to pause and experience something new. I think this is because the fog focuses your sight to the object close to you.
I can't wait till Saturday morning. I am planning a nice morning walk. Maybe I will tell you all about it.
tim mcmurdo 