I'm reading a book where the writer speaks of a sunrise on a series of pages and it reminded me that I have been taking a picture for many mornings of the different sunrises on the commute. I used to regret not getting up early enough for the sunrise but now I'm seeing them many mornings because of the earliness of my current schedule.
People will wax poetic about them and go on and on. I have a hard time trying to put words to what I see and feel with a great display. It isn't about the color or the light or the landscapes but how it all comes together...weird clouds or sun, dirty old buildings with gold or pink casts across them, almost anything becomes beautiful.
Like in Ecc. "...everything is beautiful in it's time". Here are some images.
