Watching the sunrise

“Another day is here, and I’m alive to see it,” I told myself this morning as my dog and I watched the sun come up on a beach in Evanston, Illinois. May all of us enjoy the day, both for ourselves and for the people who weren’t lucky enough to be here to greet it.

The best shot was the one I didn’t see coming

On Sunday morning, I got up early and drove my younger daughter to her synchronized skating practice. Upon dropping her off, I realized that the sun would be coming up shortly, and I decided to greet it as it did. The sunrise was a dazzling display of clouds and light and water and sky. The

Thought for the day

People you once knew Didn’t get this day So think of them And move forward Dedicated to Jim Meredith Griffin High School Class of 1986 May 7, 1968-January 27, 2016 

The orange sunrise

On my morning commute the other day, I was looking toward the sunrise, waiting to merge into traffic. I was stopped at a red light, fortunately, or I wouldn’t have had the time to get my camera open and take this picture. Filters can allow for any effect at all to be achieved with a

The sun also rises

Yesterday I took a tour of Ernest Hemingway’s house in Key West, and today I’m heading back home to resume my life in Chicago. The Florida keys are awesome, and the sooner I come back here, the better.  

Let the day begin

It’s a bit chilly as the sun comes up in the Florida keys. But the sunrise is a great show, and a reminder of how very fortunate we all are to be here.

Well it’s Christmas eve

After driving through freezing rain in Missouri and Oklahoma, and then crossing the Texas panhandle and the desert terrain in New Mexico, I get to spend the holiday in a moderately warm clime. It’s below zero back home in Chicago, so I’m grateful to be in a place that’s snowy but not bitterly cold. The

Sunrises are nice, too

One of the recurring themes of this blog has been the beauty of a sunset. I could find several posts where sunsets were described, and possibly a picture was added for emphasis. The colors that the sky turns–particularly when clouds are involved–is really quite remarkable. But today I had the opposite experience. I was on

Morning view

I need to get out more often in the morning. There’s no comparable views back home, but maybe there’s something nice. There’s one way to find out.

A booyah day

Today started off with some of the best things I know: A hot cup of coffee, an old classic on the radio (Rod Stewart’s “Maggie May” if it matters), and a brilliant sunrise that defies an easy description. I thought of it as Daybreak over Chicago, and it was beyond beautiful. My little one was

Swinging at sunrise

This isn’t so much of a reflection on anything, but a desire to share a picture that I took yesterday morning along the lakefront in Chicago. All of us should have such a nice view from a swing set in our youth. I know that I never did.

Lincoln at sunrise

I’ve written about Lincoln several times before in this space. Some of the posts are here and here and here. There are many things about human nature that disappoint me, or worse, but our enduring interest in this boy from the Kentucky backwoods always makes up for them, at least in my mind. This morning