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 photo, but I didn’t have to do anything to make this one look good. Nature and what Thoreau once called “The Great Artist” did all the work for me. All we have to do is appreciate it.

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 sun rising over the Sandia mountain gave me a chance to snap a Christmas view to share with the world, along with my good wishes to anyone and everyone, near and far. May Christmas remind us of all the good things in our lives.

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 my way to work in the morning when the most brilliant sunrise presented itself. I tried to find a view that was not obstructed by trees, but I also realized that colors like those wouldn’t last for very long. So I snapped the shot above, and present it here for the safekeeping of internet posterity.

Henry David Thoreau once referred to a “Great Artist” as the creator of scenes like this.The more I see of nature, the more I understand that we must treasure it and protect it the best way that we can.

Art is meant to be enjoyed, and no human could ever match the grand work that was on display over Chicago this morning. I felt very fortunate to have seen it, and even more fortunate to be able to describe it in this space.

May everyone take some time to marvel at what nature presents to us.

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 on the ice at her skating rink, and I was making a water run for her when I saw the sun rising. I went inside the rink, gave her the water, and told her all about the sunrise. She wanted to go and see it, but there wasn’t enough time to get her skates off before the moment passed. These things don’t last for very long.

My daughter then wanted to do a handshake with me, which is actually a semi-elaborate series of jumps, shakes, and an ending where we do a hip bump and call out “Booyah” It’s something that’s only ours, and a combination of a secret ritual and an inside joke. It makes all of the tribulations of being a parent worthwhile.

At the end of our handshake, and after a shared laugh and a smile, my daughter told me it was going to be a Booyah day. I thought about the sunrise, and the coffee, and the music, and the city, and the love inside my heart, and told her she was absolutely correct.