349: Wet feet

Great Blue Heron

I don’t suppose many people would think of the gray day we’re having here in the Bogs as beautiful.  Most people might stand back, look up at all the shades of gray in the sky, and call it a dull or gloomy day.  I don’t think most folks would appreciate the boggy, soggy earth or the water on the grass soaking into their shoes and socks, either.  They might, however, appreciate the way the colors in the landscape seem to glow under the gray and gloomy looking sky.

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