In the things that have been made...

Our drive from home on Pollywog Creek to our rural county courthouse {the only place for early voting in our county} a couple of weeks ago began with golden sunlight streaming through morning fog.  

Sunlight breaking up the fog hanging over a neglected citrus grove...

From the helicopter recently, Louis saw these fields of wild daisies filling hundreds of acres of pastureland. He stopped the car for a few minutes {not long enough} for me to take a few photos from the car.

The last two daisy photos were taken from the moving car as we continued on to the courthouse - about 25 miles {and one stoplight} from our home.

One of the {many} joys of rural living - no lines at the courthouse to vote.

After the fog lifted, it was beautiful and clear, so we drove along the river near the courthouse before heading home.

This heron was quite vocal in his displeasure that we were following him.



An anhinga drying his wings on a limb over a canal off the river.
For his invisible attributes,  namely, his eternal power and divine nature,  have been clearly perceived,  ever since the creation of the world,  in the things that have been made... Romans 1:20 ESV