Beautiful views from my 1988 Chevy

Driving in the fog and watching the horses under the trees; a deer paused in the saplings by the roadside, his eyes like velvet in the dark; a red locomotive stopped just before the bend in the tracks, illuminated by crepuscular rays, a steaming pile of sawdust from the sawmill looming in the background. A teacup-sized owl staring me down from the other side of the windowpane. And a red-tailed hawk screeching his eerie cry as he floats above the fields...