Sunday Morning

 

These four trees are more of my friends on my ride through the country to the jail. They have many faces and this is their early morning fog with drizzle face. There's something about fog. It adds an element of mystery with a touch of quiet loneliness.

Sunday Mornings

 

I do some volunteer work at the county jail. Early every other Sunday morning I ride my motorcycle (if the weather permits) through the country to the jail for chapel service. It's become a special time of solitude and time of more awareness of the beauty and design around us. This photo was taken four years ago this month at the Jackson Bottom Wetlands Preserve.