And in the Distance, Security Lights...

This morning a heavy fog rested over everything in Canton.  As the streetlights and houselights traded for a murky version of dawn -- one thing remained constant -- the beauty of the bare branched trees swirling in mist.  I spent my entire drive to work snapping photographs on my terrible little telephone camera -- there's something extra holy, I feel, about capturing beauty like this with broken down little machines.