. . . my dog, Augie. If not for my daily walks about town with him, I don't believe I would appreciate all the hard work done by Mother Nature.
I don't know if this morning was so fan-friggin'-tastic because it just was or if it made me tear up because I knew tomorrow and the days to follow were going to suck the big one.
The light was amazing, the shadows were soft and the reflections on the water took my breath away. Ok, too much? I don't care.
I'm only sorry that I didn't get a picture of the lonely goose that swam by and the funky kingfisher that skimmed the water's surface.