Cold Sunrise January 2015
The snow was piling up in New England. Here in Stoney Creek we had echoes, flurries, and cold sunshine.
Another Sunrise
I do not ever get tired of the sunrise. It gives me hope and strength.
If you look carefully you can see the faint tire tracks left by my brother James as he drove off into the sunrise from my home. He gave me a gift beyond measure this weekend
Good morning. Studio time today.
Morning has broken.
Rosy-fingered Dawn
Dawn
Sunrise
Dawn Light
Home. Sunrise.
It has to get easier.