Morning, a fresh start for those who don't do shift work and labor odd hours, on random nights, catch as catch can.
A rising sun creates it's own special light.
Not everyone knows the poet was being ironic when he suggested strong fences make for good neighbors. This house, below has two fences:
Robert Frost spent winters in Key West, perhaps he knew whereof he spoke. Perhaps not. Check it out: ""Good Fences Make Good Neighbours": History and Significance of an Ambiguous Proverb"
The cemetery makes for great neighbors in my opinion.
Shadows.
Darkness and light.
The drama of thunder. What a great morning.
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