...last week, yesterday's morning mist pushed me to start my errands into Cajarc along the Lot River instead of ending there with a loaded back pack and exhausted.
It was every bit as beautiful as I expected it to be.
Those early morning mists are haunting, but soft, colorful, and sometimes begging for black and white!
Wouldn't you like to join me on my bench for a bit?
Sometimes it feels good to just sit and soak up the color.
It felt good to shoot from the path and soak up more red and more fall along the river.
...we're pretty beautiful at the Chatette right now too.I'm spoiled for beauty.
There are so many visual treats to this life in the Lot.