You'd think it would get old after a while. That once I'd seen a few hundred sunrises, I'd have seen them all.
But it doesn't. Get old, that is. Sure, getting up early every morning gets tedious and there are lots of days I'd much rather sleep in. But the sunrises themselves never get ho-hum. They are always changing, never the exact same color scheme often enough to get boring.
I'm thankful for all the sunrises I get to witness.
September sunrise at the horse farm
over the field at this little place here
foggy sunrise over the field
crystalline sunrise over the field
sunrise from the deer stand, Nov 15, 2013
November sunrise through the bedroom window
spring sunrise over the marsh
sunrise at the horse farm,
plane jet trails making a cross
another sunrise at the horse farm