This is just the sort of morning where I can hear the call of the raven, but can’t see them. Shot from my back porch this is one view I always love. Maybe it’s the Mists of Avalon feel, the mountians all hiding until the mist lifts. Maybe it’s the evergreens hiding all the wildlife. Maybe it’s the sort of day that the Brothers Grimm would tell some particularly gripping tale in another country across the big pond… a raven calling unseen in the mist.
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