Our weather this week has been dreary and damp. The temperature, though not so low on the thermometer, has had a bone-chilling feel. So I’ve been looking back at some of the sunrise pictures on my computer and imagining warmer weather.
During the summer, the sun rises directly across the river from our house. I love to open the curtains first thing in the morning and see the sun just peeping over the horizon.
If Motor Man is still in bed, he knows how photo-worthy the sunrise is by how quickly I run for the camera.
Sometimes the colors of the sky are so dramatic.
And other times, they’re very subtle.
Wait…..what is this? We have an imposter! This is not a sunrise: it’s a moonrise!
Copycat.
these days of mine 