It was a work day for me, and I was up early with some "extra" time. Sparkle wanted to walk, and I usually need to delay taking her out on one until my return home. This day we head out, and when I looked down the street to see fog mixed with purple and pinks, I worried about getting back in time for my day. We trekked in for a bit, and approached very slowly as to soak in what was happening in front of us. The colors were brilliant and beautiful, and the feeling sacred.
Unfortunately my kit lens had totally become dysfunctional while away during the holidays, but I had figured out how to use the full range of wide angle by putting the camera into video mode. Sure, focusing was hit or miss through the backing screen, but it was good to be able to use something to record the image. I found it very frustrating, but reminded myself that it was good to have something.
On this day the construction workers were arriving as I exited through the area being developed, and I stopped one more time to turn around and look at the scene. The sun still hadn't broken through, but it showed glimmers of itself through the clouds and fog. I was so excited about this that I must have been making a fool of myself. They watched me probably wondering what the heck I was doing, so I held out my arms to the scene and shared my excitement. One of these days I'll be brave enough to go over to them to take a few pictures because they're part of this story, too.
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