On Sunday morning, there were just four of us left . . .and we are all early risers. The lights were still turned on down on the pier. Isn't it lovely?
The sun was not up yet . . .
Sea oats in the morning light . . .on a cold and gray winter day, I need to be able to bring this picture to mind
The sun was beginning to rise and there was a warm glow of light on the beach.
Mark had to fish just a little more so that on his own cold and gray days, he can close his eyes and remember. Ah - that is probably not true. Do guys do that?
I know that you aren't supposed to stare at the sun . . .so I didn't . . .I just held my camera up in the air and snapped away.