When I first walked out this morning the upper seventies temperature and the humidity hit me in the face. Such a very different way to start the week than the way we ended the last one.
The eastern sky is just beginning to lighten. It pretty much is just as light as the western sky above town. In just the short time I’ve been watching a pink glow has begun to brighten the sky behind the trees. It still isn’t light enough to grab a photo. Though the scattering of clouds promise an interesting sunrise…
Just after I snapped that shot the large flight of whistling ducks flew over. It’s getting larger almost every time I see it. Now it’s topping three dozen birds. Three other flights have passed by since. One small flight of five and two other larger flights.
The chickens making their morning cooing sounds are becoming a thing of a morning. Most of the birds I’m hearing are just chirping and cheeping, only one or two are actually breaking into song. Now a crow passes by… cawing as it goes.
And the day brightens…
It’s funny actually… the day starts out with a pink glow on the horizon before loosing most of the color as the sky brightens. Then as the sun gets closer to the horizon, the color comes back again.
And then suddenly through the trees to the south the top of a cloud catches fire…
So, as a hazy and light ground fog rises from along the bayou, I await the coming of sunrise. Sitting, listening, smelling, feeling the world come awake slowly around me. A dog barks far away…
The moment of sunrise comes and goes. The color on the eastern horizon is muted, but increasing. Minute by minute the clouds begin to glow again. The cloud tops to the west, the bottoms to the east. Just waiting for the sun to clear the trees…
And yet, I still await the first day of the sun… twelve minutes after sunrise the disk of the sun is just visible thru the treeline… as another flight of whistling ducks fly in front of it…twenty minutes and still the suns rays haven’t kissed the tops if the trees… but we are close…
And there it is…
Y’all stay safe, stay healthy, and Pray for our Nation and the world. And whatever you do, exercise your privilege to cast your vote as early as you can.
The biggest event of my weekend was capturing my first photo of a hummingbird. Granted, none of them are great, but they’re good enough that I could publish one or two. Ironically, I didn’t get them at my feeders, but at the Artist Boat on the west end of Galveston Island. They were sipping nectar from Turks’ cap flowers, and having a whee of a time! Now, it’s time to face another humid week. I really am ready for a real front — not these saggy little things that run north as soon as they can!
I really wasn’t expecting the temperature and humidity this morning. You would think I’d learn to look at the weather station before I walked out… but why be practical?