Sunrise Perspective


 Yesterday Ellen took the bus to school.  Sometimes she drives; sometimes she takes the bus.  When she first started taking the school bus we decided to not use the bus route that goes directly by our house, for various reasons, the main one being that friends from church lived across the river and their bus time pick up was a smidge later in the morning.  At this point, the bus going by our house, if she rode it, would be picking her up at 6:20 in the morning; which is absolutely ridiculous, because he gets to his first school building early and can't even let the kids off because the building isn't open yet.  The bus route across the river at the neighbor's place picks up at 6:50ish.  But all that aside.  

We are up on the ridge, and drive down and across the river to get to the bus stop at the neighbor's place. (Lord, it's 6:18 AM and there went the bus right now!)  We get to see some pretty sun rises coming up over the ridge to the East of us.


 I took this really quicklike on the way home.  

What has always fascinated me is the difference from what we see of the sunrise from down by the river, and what we see when we get back up on our ridge.

This was about 5-6 minutes later, after I'd parked the car at home, got out and walked over to our fence to take the shot:


On Facebook there were tons of sunrise photos from yesterday.  It was pretty dramatic.  And of course there is no photo that can catch the totality of the sunrise.  Everything was orange, the light, the western horizon was even pinkish orange. 

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