Lupine and Oaks

Waking early I peered out though the window. The sun was above the distant ridge and though my body complained loudly I drug myself out of bed. The wife was sound asleep so I left her a note and made my way down to the lake. As the sun rose the scent of lupine came alive and filled the air. The morning light hit the hillside and looked like a painting. I shot in and around the lupine for an hour or so enjoying the sweet smell of the flowers which would occasionally give way to the ever present smell of the forest.
Lupine and Oaks