The sun was about to rise when I pulled out of our driveway yesterday morning at about a quarter of seven and, through mountain magic, it was about to rise as, an hour and a half later, I parked my car to walk to the site of the book fair. (During my drive I saw at least four more sunrises that, what with highway traffic and a plethora of power lines, I was unable to photograph. They were all beautiful -- trust me.)
Here's a web album of random shots from yesterday -- today's another busy one with a lunch party for the new grandnephew and his parents. I'll talk about the book fair and the panel I was on another day.
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