Last weekend, I took a page out of Salty's book and went on a morning walk. And voila! A beautiful dewy daisy crossed my path. Morning was working its magic, but mostly on the grass. This was the only dew-encrusted posey I found.
I'm not normally a morning person, but I certainly don't regret dragging myself out of bed early on this particular day. This walk was a reminder that breaking routine has its benefits, in photography and in other aspects of life.