Just the other day I was out walking my Beagle Bandit and thought how lovely the fields are even now...some see the glory as gone. They do not find beauty in wild withered weeds as they lose their blush...it is like that too when time takes our youth away... Perhaps a cold morning Craig...but the hue is that of warm baked bread...soft like that of the fawns coat. Quiet hints of green and highlights of sifted gold linger here. A phto like this is even more wonderful for you have seen the graceful gift of light where many would scoff. I love this phto because it is exactly what I was thinking a few days ago...and here you have held it up in celebration. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and visions and words...it is a kind and considerate comfort to know others treasure things such as this. Excellent! Man of Faith...there are few that hold the truth as near as you.