"...There are pale yellow mornings, when the mist burns slowly into day,
the air stings like autumn ..."
~ Robert Hass
~ born 1941
~ Poet Laureate of the United States
The mist rises poetically soon after sunrise on a brisk and beautiful October morning near the ford of the Jordan Creek, one of my very favorite places to be and to photograph, at Trexler Nature Preserve, Schnecksville, Pennsylvania.