Saturday Morning Catch

The snow was 48 hours old, but still clean and pristine in the shafts of a luminescent sun this morning, the sky as clear as the snowfields.  I don't know about taking home any art, but I need to get out more often and look.  Really, beauty is not hard to find most Siouxland early mornings, but for me at least it is tough to catch.  But then, the hunt is all I really need. (From a couple of years ago. . .)