It was about as foggy as mornings get, and this Passion Flower was all but hidden by weeds.

It was about as foggy as mornings get, and this Passion Flower was all but hidden by weeds.   Call it August blossoming amidst roughhewn surroundings.   There were only about six of these blossoms that I could see, and about 20 million weeds to make the seeing difficult.   Just kidding, of course, though the weeds were in dusty abundance, and the six or so blossoms were pristine. I felt lucky just finding them at all because I was out for the sole purpose of “capturing” leaves of corn clattering against the sunrise. There was no clatter, no visible sunrise, just a pin-drop-stillness.   Even the crows were on vacation.