A Square of Horse Steam

After Lisa left for work this morning, I laid in bed...thinking...sunrise or no sunrise? I thought of the John Muir quote...The Mountains are Calling, and I Must Go. Well, the sunrise was calling, and I went.

It wasn't a great sunrise, but I'm still glad I went. It was cold (36F), so most of my picture-taking was out the van window.

Even the horse thought it was cold.

I spent the rest of the day painting, and ripping apart our carved pumpkins to feed the deer.