I finally hauled myself out of bed early this morning for a short walk at Paintsville Lake. It was quiet and beautiful, with the early morning light, calm water, woods, and fog. Beauty, like Art, like Literature, like God, is a mystery, and one that we should strive, not necessarily to understand, but simply to appreciate and experience. And, of course, if we have a camera handy. . .
The Dam
The Copse in the Fog
The Dam Control
The Cone
The Shore
The Floating Leaf
The Path
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