Driving through the Quebec countryside, looking out at the world all brown and dreary as it waits for a fresh, crisp, blanket of white.

Then the sun hits just right, and a golden shimmer appears on the field, highlighting the patterned lines of the broken cornstalks.

The moments are there; you just have to keep your eyes open, and your perspective wide.


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2 thoughts on “Cropped

  1. Vicki says:

    the curve of these rows makes the light especially beautiful. 🙂

  2. warblerific says:

    thanks, I think so too!

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