I had a plan.
I've been driving to a little town 25 minutes up the road for an early morning prayer meeting each day this week.
The scenery of paddock and farmsteads, broken down sheds and forested hills, overcast skies and dramatic spot-lighting has been breath-takingly beautiful and has been restoring my soul after some really busy days.
I decided that this morning I'd take my camera and take some shots to share with all my bloggy buddies. And it was absolutely gorgeous this morning.
Unfortunately I fell back to sleep after my Beloved went to the shower. So instead of taking the 15 minutes to surface from deep sleep, then get going, I woke with a start 30 minutes after I should have been vertical, knowing I had to rush to be gone.
So how much time did I have to take photos on the way?
... Approximately None. But it was beautiful! I promise!
Fears and tears
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