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The first frost of the season--far too early--left a swampy mist on Saturday morning, a thick cloud, over the Big Sioux River valley. I don't remember who said it anymore--I'm not good with such things--but some wise foto-bug once said that photography doesn't show you things, it teaches you where to look and how to see. Ever since we moved out into the country, I haven't spent Saturday mornings looking for beauty because dawn breaks gloriously right outside my window. Saturday, it was time for a little therapy, so I took off, and a cloudy gossamer world opened up quite graciously.
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