Category Archives: Photography

It’s just another day…

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I'm a morning person, so every day, I get up before the sunrise and watch the sunrise. There is a reason why my Instagram feed is filled with photos of the orange and red and yellow found in the sky. It's my fuel, and it's how I keep going.

It wasn't surprising that this morning when I got up, that I would find messages of "Happy Birthday" and the like. But to me, July 14 is just another day.

I'm not sure if I can express my views in a satisfactory way to others, but I'm going to try. We'll see how many others feel the same way I do.

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Change is upon us. (It’s NOT another COVID-19 post.)

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The birds frolic outside my office window, moving so fast that I'm unable to capture pictures of them. Fantails. Wooded sparrows. Magpies. Silver eyes. I'm sure that the trees directly outside my house have been come their nests. A few of them have likely made the thorn bushes on the other side of the fence their home.

Across the street, the pukekos meander around as they feed on the bugs found under the ground. Occasionally, they'll take to a short flight, moving away from whatever is coming their way—including the amateur photographer.

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Why the Sunrise?

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I've been taken sunrise photos for a long time now. I'm up so early (naturally and by choice), often getting so many things done. I deliberately take the time to watch the sunrise, and I capture it on in digital pixels with my DSLR. It's my routine, and it works for me.

I have recently uploaded my September 2019 collection of sunrise photos, but it was so hard to chose a favorite. It was hard to decide on my latest fuel.

Some time ago, at a meetup with some of my writing buddies, one of them asked me a simple, but complicated, question: Why the sunrise? She was asking how I was able to actually be up so early in the mornings.

With the sunrise between 5 and 6 am in the summer, it’s actually easy to understand how she struggles to fathom the hour that I get up. Yet, my answer to her question was just as simple, and complicated, as her question: It’s just part of who I am.

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