This photo of a Michigan sunrise was taken at 8:02 this morning after Christmas. It brought to mind a line from a favorite film, Auntie Mame. "How bleak was Buffalo." Mame was writing her memories with the help of Agnes Laguch and the Professor when she said it. I said it too when I looked out my window wishing what I saw was in Buffalo and not in my own front yard.
The photo is as blue as the camera saw it. Am I blue? Not really. I'm still riding high on my memories of the sea . We're unpacked. We're laundered. We've restocked the frig. I've made soups to warm our cockles. I've transferred my 192 photos to the computer. I called the clock doc to come fix the clock I fotgot to stop before we left. And I ordered and received my birthday present the night before Christmas. Just three weeks early. It's a "Puffy" coat, the kind of down stuffed, weather resistant garb one needs now to trek out in this stuff. Today, it's going for a hair cut. Art is on the back burner till after New Years. Photography still has my attention.
These three photos, shot quickly in succession, show that while no sun can be seen rising, the day is dawning rapidly. The speed the light changed is an excellent reason to photograph your plein air subject first just in case you're not a painter who can paint faster than the speed of it.