I was initially wanting to take pictures of the horses in this beautiful fog with the sunrise, but I quickly abandoned that idea and turned my attention to just the sky itself:
the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
Day after day they pour forth speech;
night after night they reveal knowledge.
They have no speech, they use no words;
no sound is heard from them.
Yet their voice goes out into all the earth,
their words to the ends of the world.
(Psalm 19: 1-4)