• Bruce Siebold

A New Day


As the early morning sun kissed Eighty Acres my mind wrestled with a dozen excuses not to take my daily walk. My soul was restless, my mind impatient and I wondered what good would there be to trek through the wet sticky woods today. The night had brought little relief from the weeks heat and humidity, and I knew the mosquitoes were patiently waiting for another blood donation from me. But with a big yawn and camera in hand, I grudgingly set off on my journey. Soon after entering the woods a stream of morning sunlight cut through the forest canopy brightening the trail ahead of me. It was then I felt the presence of the Earth Mother as she welcomed me back to the land and reminded me to celebrate the new day, for this day will never come again.

Specializing in Nature Photography in Menomonie, Wisconsin

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