. . . try another sunrise.
Saturday morning at 6:35, a tap, tap tap on the shoulder wakes me. Aware of Friday's sunrise photography attempt, my husband points out the window. The sky glows orange and pink through the trees, but it's a seven minute drive to the harbor. Darn.
Sunday, I don't give it a thought. Today though, since it's MLK Day. . . it isn't necessary to make breakfast or a school lunch. So I get an extra half-hour of sleep and still have enough time to hop into the car to try for these. It is cold as you-know-what out there, but the views are worth the frozen fingertips.
Happy Monday folks.