if you haven’t yet found yourself jealous of where I live, perhaps this will help

It rained here over Thanksgiving. It didn’t let up. It just rained, and rained, and rained some more. I woke up the next morning and I could barely see out my window because it was so foggy. But around here, when the fog lifts, it’s a sight that never gets old (maybe you remember last time).

I headed up to work early and photographed the cliffs and the morning wildlife. The wild turkeys were out in huge flocks, the males strutting their stuff in an effort to try to find a mate. Secretly, I imagine they know what Thanksgiving is, and that they were actually celebrating having lived through it. If I were a turkey, I’d be celebrating too… especially on a morning as beautiful as this one.