Lonely Pine

On a lonely windswept mountain top, a pine stands guard. The beautiful valley which lies before is shrouded in fog. Such is the way of life; we cannot always see what lies before us.

I arose early this morning to go in search of an image. I traveled to a high mountain overlook hoping to capture the sunrise over the valley floor. Instead I was met with dense fog. So as the old saying goes; when life hands you a lemon, make lemonade!