I sat at the edge of a dock

Sunday, July 4, 2010


waiting for sunrise.  But the clouds were a shroud, protecting the memory of a storm.  So pewter became old sepia became the sweat heat of morning, and the day began before I could mark its start.  I took this picture anyway.

8 comments:

Lorie Ann Grover said...

Yes, sometimes dawn creeps in, and we just can't see it, even when we are watching. So similar to the kindness of providence.

"Behind a frowning providence there hides a smiling face."

Priya said...

I love this one (and your new header as well). :)

Solvang Sherrie said...

Beautiful photos and beautiful words.

Maya Ganesan said...

Beautiful! I agree with Priya: your new header looks wonderful, too.

Beth F said...

The pewter is fabulous.

Laurie Schneider said...

I hardly ever see the dawn, Beth. I feel lucky to have your words and your eye (and your camera) to capture that peculiar light.r

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