One leafless willow tree with clumps mistletoe grasping its branches stands out in the meadow. In the past I called this tree Humble Warrior. I love the way one large limb bows low to the ground. I stood in the foggy meadow waiting for the dawning day to make something happen with the light. The moment came when the sun broke through the mist over a distant ridge. The fog cleared just enough to reveal the disc of sun. In a moment another wave of fog concealed it again. My new name for this tree is Sunrise Warrior.
I added these photos to my previously published Lake Henshaw collection.