My good online friend and photographic contributor 39 Pontiac Dreamer has sent in some lovely pictures of an English sunrise. To my discredit, he e-mailed me these photographs two months ago, and I am only now finding the time to post them, after repeated apologies, delays, equivocations, and plain excuses.
It’s been so long now, it escapes me what the genesis of these pictures were. I believe Ponty and I were carrying on a conversation in the comment section of a post about rising early in the morning, and that it’s the best time to get work done.
Regardless, here are some gorgeous photographs of a hazy English morning, just as the mighty sun peeks itself over the horizon:
Is there anything lovelier than a sunrise? Perhaps—a sunset.