How much do I love Nova Scotia? From where I'm sitting, I watched golden leaves falling from the tree outside my window. 8:55 and I must have a photo...just one will do...
In the time I stood on the porch, never leaving the steps, the clouds moved and changed, the sun rose as the lighting morphed within minutes. Golden tones turned yellow, spilling flowers turned their rose tones to silhouettes, and when the sun broke through, the flowers became translucent. With this camera, I was blinded by the sun as I tried to capture what I could see.
I suppose we can never look directly into the faces of faeries, but I sensed their magical presence...
What a delightful morning experience you enjoyed. Sounds to me like living in Nova Scotia is a magical experience. Your picture hints at the wonders of the beauty there.
