Before I started off to the Manchester airport to pick up Poopy Face (aka my sister) yesterday. I glanced out the back window and then just had to run out and take a few pictures.

The sun was tipping the tops of the grasses in the fields while the lower portion was still in shadow. Since the morning was so cool (42 degrees when I first got up) the river in the distance was throwing clouds of steam into the air. And this is why I live in Vermont.


Misty Morning