It's nice to live in a universe with so many wonders.
Fog rises from the lake this morning as if someone has taken the lid off the green beans. I'm armed with a camera and tripod, but Barley thinks this is a swimming expedition. And he's right, of course, when there's water nearby, it always is. We find a stick, I throw it out, and he makes a leaping dash into the lake toward the rising sun. Snatching it from the water, he swims back, a beam of golden light chasing him to the shore.
When he's finished, I compose some shots. The sun rising through the fog registers in my mind only as a thing of beauty, not as a marker of time, so it's a surprise when I look at my watch and see that almost an hour has passed. Come to think of it, does time really exist in the fog?
And these are but the outer fringe of His works;
how faint the whisper we hear of Him!
Who then, can understand the thunder of His power?
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