Yesterday morning, I was awake before the sunrise. I actually prefer waking up that early.
That time of day, there are several workboats out in the river, the men working the crab pots.
When the morning is as beautiful as yesterday, I envy those fishermen in a way: experiencing the smooth water, the quiet of the dawn, the amazing colors in the sky.
And I think I might like to be out there on one of those boats. Oh, not to do any of that manual labor, of course. My title would strictly be: “Boat Photographer”.
But, then, I recall seeing those same men in those boats out working on mornings when the weather is cold, rainy, windy, the water is rough, and gray is the only color in the sky.
And I decide that it’s much better to be standing on our deck, taking pictures of those boats. And the sunrise.
~These Days Of Mine~