When you blog long enough, you see yourself stumble through various stages. Early on, I was happy to be mostly a prose guy, sharing my thoughts. Then came the time when I blogged a lot about the grandkids and proudly showed their pictures. In between were the bicycle riding days, linedancing times, and little or big trips here or there. There have been times for reminiscences, heritage explorations and blogs about my pathetic attempts at fiddling.
Photos have always been a part of my blog, but they became a big part when the grandkids came along. However, the pictures were usually there for a purpose. Lately though, I seem to be posting photos just for their own sakes. It’s just where Old AC seems to be at these days. Who knows how long this phase/interest will last?
To wit: just the other morning, I woke up too early for my liking, or so I thought. Instead of making a futile effort to grab a little more zzzs, I decided to get dressed and go for a little walk. And then I decided to take my
little camera with me.
Off to the park we went and were just in time to catch the sunrise. I haven’t caught too many sunrises in my life, at least not in good weather when Ole Sol rises early (note: winter hardly counts), but I was pleased that morning as I turned into our local park. The sun was just peeking over the treetops and reflecting in the pond. While I have processed the photo a little, I have tried to remain pretty faithful to what I think I saw that morning. It was pretty doggone neat.
I walked through the park and across the footbridge (see it way in the background above) to the riverbank which is just beyond the bridge. By the time I did all of this, the light was already changing, but I still quite like this photo of Sunrise over the Mississippi.