This morning I was sure I wasn't going to lose. I was out early, chose the landscape carefully--had lots of time; I walked about a mile in beautiful, fresh snow that quilted the whole country, maybe three inches of light, fluffy stuff last night, late. Once out there, I waited for the sun. I was prepared--right place, right time--two cameras around my neck, both of them staying warm in my jacket.
The best of the lot may be the one at the bottom--"just before dawn, sioux county, iowa." There, I even gave it a name. It's not as startling as I'd like, but it catches what was there--and what was there was beautiful.
I didn't have all day--only fifteen minutes or so post-sunrise. But the world was crystalline. Still, I thought I couldn't miss.
I took this shot several times at different times during the dawn. I loved the way the creek foregrounds the whole shot and and then swims away toward that distant farm place. But I don't think I did it right. It's too dark, and I can't seem to reclaim it. Should have waited for another half hour, but I didn't have the time.
The eastern sky changed fast; everytime I looked that direction it gave me a different look. I took a few, but none of them really takes my breath away.
Like I said, I was sure I was going to come home with a trophy today. I really did. But I didn't. And what's worse, I don't know why not. This time the heavens definitely declared the glory. This time I guess I was in no shape for the proclamation.
Oh, well--there'll be more mornings alone, more opportunity to listen.