A day in autumn, with sun

Today corporate work kept me pinned to this desk.  Every now and then I would look up, see those blue skies pressing, a cloud passing, and think:  This is a day that is alive.  Go out there.  Seize it.

I thought of the herd of black cows I'd photographed late Sunday afternoon.  I thought of this one, mud on her nose, a bit of a smile behind those whiskers.

When I am at my smartest, my most wise, I understand this:  Nothing is richer or more complete than a day in autumn, with sun.