Some mornings I wake to find I am in a cloud (literally), and some mornings I wake up to find I am solidly under one (which this time of year often means rain). But sometimes I wake up
above a cloud. As I drove down into Wooden Valley early in the morning last week, I had the chance to document this pretty occurrence . . .
. . . first from above . . .
. . . then from below . . .
. . . and with a nice view of the camelia from Liz's mom's garden that's been keeping me company on Buck the Subaru's dash.
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