It was late, almost too late for decent light, and a low ceiling of clouds threatened to filter out any stray photon trying to make the 8 minute trip from Sun to Earth.
In short, I thought my trip to Paynes Prairie might be a photoless one.
But then, the Sun slipped just below the pesky cloud layer ... light!
Just enough to illuminate these stick figures with a soft, autumnal glow.
"I want to be like you, Mr. Log."
"Stick to it son."
(heehee, I slay myself sometimes )
Off-white Ibis dibbling.
The light didn't stay long and neither did I.