Violent weather resides leaving an oddly colored sky and a full rainbow.
I jump in the car to find an uncluttered place to photograph and race to a nearby meadow.
The pond has overflowed and the golden ripples wrap around my legs as I wade along the path. A frog jumps ahead of me, tiny fish swim past my feet. Queen Anne's lace stands pink against the setting sun. My tripod stands in a foot of water as I try and capture the remaining light.
I am refreshed, the wind blowing discouragement far from my mind.
"this is my Father's world,
and to my listening ears,
all nature sings
and round me rings,
the music of the spheres."
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