Every cloudless morning as I drive to work, I’m treated to a most spectacular view of the early morning sun. Just as I turn a bend, it always hits me square in the eyes, making me hope there’s not a car coming the other direction.

More than once, I wished I had a camera with me.

Last autumn, K and I drove out to the Blue Ridge Parkway to watch the sun rise one Sunday morning.

Blue Ridge Sunrise II

Last night I hit on the brilliant and more convenient idea of K and I going on an early-morning walk here.
Morning Walk
The sun, however, did not exactly cooperate. Nice colors, but nothing truly brilliant.