Today was an especially celebratory morning for birds. I could relate. It was one of those days when clear light fills the sky with elevating majesty. If I weren't worried about waking up the neighbors, I might have burst into song myself.
It is no use trying to capture it on film; this morning glory could not fit into a box. Even so, I will ask suggestions of my photographer readers: Is there any way to get the lovely shades of color in the sky without losing the land into darkness? I get black land or white sky, and cannot capture both in their natural light at the same time.
The edges of the fields are covered with trees in various stages of bloom. Aromatic eddies of air capture your nose as you walk, sometimes stopping you in your tracks with their tantalizing suggestiveness. You cannot help but close your eyes and take in a deep, scent-filled breath.
The dogs are happy since I have cautiously allowed them off leash once I have established that the fields are harboring no tantalizing scent of the dog-crazing, mammalian nuisance kind.
Of course Kate is never off leash, if you consider that stick her most effective control.
Clara is about to pounce, ready to chase Kate in circles.
Kate tenaciously guards her stick, but all Clara really wants is an excuse to run, and to bite Kate's tail.