A fresh, new fall morning

The sun was just up as I looked out his window this morning.

A long day yesterday did not cancel my commitments for today, so here I was.

All I had was my cellphone camera, but the color and the mood was too good not to share.

His neighbor's house, with its roses blooming in December.

The shadow-projection on her wall of the smoke from his wood stove, which promises a warm home.

The warm colors of sunrise and the clear blue sky which say "His mercies are new every day."

A new day, a good day.

A grateful contraptioneer.