The Daily Joe

  Sunset clouds looking like brushstrokes of color Last evening - I saw the brilliant yellows reflecting in the windows of the karate school, where I study and teach. By the time I got a minute to see they sky, most of the real brightness was gone but these colors remained.  The sweeping clouds just looked like brushstrokes from the palette of the creator.

  . Memories of climbing the rocks at Bass Harbor This shot was from a number of years ago on one of our (mostly) annual trips to Maine.  This is one of the shots I've taken at Bass Harbor with few people in it. It was a beautiful day and I was lucky. It's a wonderful spot that I hope to get to again next year.

  Bands of morning clouds over the fields to the far hills I saw the sun coming up yesterday and it was coming in and out of the clouds. I pulled off the road to see what I could capture. I've been taught not to just look at the sunrise/set but to look around and see what else is there.  The hill in the distance with the clouds caught my eye. The grass in the field was a nice foreground.

  Colorful sunrise sky across the hills Another sunrise sky on the way to work. I pulled off at a local tree farm.  The green hills are barely visible against the bright sky.  I had to really work to get it so both were visible. I always love the sunrise and sunset skies.

  Autumn colors getting started   Down at the lake, there are cabins.  This view is from one of the cabin sites. Just enough color to whet your appetite for those fall colors.  I can't wait for them to be in their full glory.  But for now, patience is the key. Quote of the day: "There is no perfection, only life." - Milan Kundera

  Dawn breaks over the valley   Wild clouds make for awesome sunrise scenes. Even better when the air is clear enough to see across the sunlit valley. A nice morning scene.

  Cloudy sunrise over the creek This is, in reality, almost the same view as yesterday. It is a vastly different time of day, though.  This was taken on my way to work. The clouds were a foreboding of a front coming through to bring the cool temperatures of fall. The colors were just beautiful.