getting lost in the country

not sure exactly what it is that compels me to get up before dawn many mornings lately, grab my camera and go get lost. whatever it is i'm loving every minute of it. this morning i drove around the outskirts of mosquito lake and felt like a fisherman myself, trying to catch words, images, emotions. trying to name the feeling inside of my chest with a picture. this is what i came up with...it's not nearly
sufficient...but it will have to do for the moment.

















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