“Morning has broken like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken like the first bird
Praise for the singing
Praise for the morning
Praise for them springing fresh from the world”
~Cat Stevens~
Although I appreciate summer’s morning sun at 6:00 am, it does not compare to the spectacular sunrises that guide me to work during certain times of the year. The photo above was taken in October, when everywhere I looked, the sky was multiple shades of pink and red. Currently, it’s dark when I leave home at 6:30, but I’m willing to wait until days get longer after December 20th if it means seeing that amazing sight again.
“Mine is the sunlight
Mine is the morning
Born of the one light Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise ev’ry morning
God’s recreation of the new day”
I do praise the mornings that rise over the waters of Little Lake Butte des Mort and Fritse Park. It takes a few extra minutes to drive past work and over the highway in order to end up in a pink-sky world that God has made, but it is worth it.
Every colorful sunrise takes my breath away and starts the day off right. It is my wish that you have mornings filled with the same beauty of morning broken, today and every day.
Mary J Melange 
How could a day that’s started with Cat Stevens be anything but spectacular? ❤️
In the meantime, I will simply enjoy your lovely sunrises because we are fogged in for 2nd morning in a row.
I love fog ❤️
… now that’s a 2-heart morning, so I just know it’s going to be a great day 🙂 (yes, I slept very well, and my coffee has kicked in!)
We have pouring rain today, so I’ll have to refer back to my photos if I want a pretty sunrise. 😀
Enjoy the fog and the coffee and the spectacular day, Joanne!
Those photos are beautiful, Mary. The only thing good about the stupid shift to DST is the fact that my commute includes sunrise four times a year. Right now, I’m barely catching any glow on my way to work, but as you say, a few more weeks and we start climbing to summer.
I particularly like the photo with the smoke/steam in it.
Thanks Dan. When I took the photo of the sunrise at the park, I could have sat there for another half hour watching the sunrise. It was such a beautiful morning. The first photo doesn’t really capture how wondrously gorgeous the sky was that morning. I don’t think I’ve ever seen the sky with that much pink and red before.
Those pink skies are beautiful, but the color changes fast. Sometimes I see it as I’m crossing the river but it’s gone by the time I get to a point where I can pull over. Still, we have memories of the way it made us feel.
We are getting gorgeous sunsets — and sunrises — this time of year. I’m always taking pictures with my phone — every evening is different. Every evening is enchanting. The last strings of Autumn dance across our skies. It’s beautiful.
I take a lot of photos too, Claudia, when given the opportunity. The varying colors and patterns of every sunrise and sunset is astounding and gorgeous. I can never pass that up.
Absolutely breath-taking!
I feel exactly the same way Mary. Thank you for sharing these beautiful images today. 😊
You’re welcome, Cheryl! 😎