Another cold morning shot from Minnesuing … cold enough that day that steam was rising from the lake, mixing with the clouds and pink rays of dawn. In thinking about that morning I'm struck by how perfectly silent it was ... nothing to hear save the sound of the rising steam.
Another cold morning shot from Minnesuing … cold enough that day that steam was rising from the lake, mixing with the clouds and pink rays of dawn. In thinking about that morning I'm struck by how perfectly silent it was ... nothing to hear save the sound of the rising steam.