I think maybe I was playing John Denver’s “Thank God I’m a Country Boy” on the guitar, and probably singing, too. Our son Nate was maybe 3 or 4. The instant the music started, he commenced to dancing. And as long as I played, he kept dancing until finally he bleated in a pitiful voice: “Stop the music, cause I can’t stop dancing!”
I’m the same way, turns out, when it comes to natural light. These fog-softened mornings of dew lately keep coming and I keep tearing outside with my camera, Â cause if the light is playing, I can’t stop dancing.
I’ll show you a half dozen from the last few days.