This morning--emphasis on this--comes from August of 2011, long, long ago. Most people in the neighborhood would recognize from this title slide--I don't know what I was making--that the Little Rock is a river you cross when you go north to Rock Rapids. What drew me to that locale is a mystery. It wasn't one of my usual Saturday-dawn haunts, not even close. I'd guess that--unfamiliarity--may have been motivation.
I spent some time trying to get this single tree on a bit of a hill because the morning sky is such a delight. The heavens put on quite a show.
But that solitary tree didn't offer a view of the river, which is what I'm sure I wanted that morning. I had to get that up the road a bit, when most of the breathtaking color was routed by the sun.
One of my favorites from this morning is a shot of a herd of cattle in a pasture, something of an oddity in the region. To catch them out like this is a treat. Most livestock in this county full of 'em are confined. You could ride down gravel roads all day and not see a pig, even though there are literally millions of them in Sioux County. There remains something spiritual about "the cattle on a thousand hills."
I stumbled on this guy just before I left. He appears to be in full control, oblivious to the humanoid toting a camera. Looks to be a red-tailed hawk--or maybe a young bald eagle, although 15 years ago there weren't that many bald eagles around yet.
I remember going home that morning, thinking there were some nice shots on that memory card.
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