As I thought about the title to this post, I had that song from "Fiddler on the Roof" in my head. But this is only about sunrise. A beautiful, pink sunrise that my husband captured with the camera this morning. I came into the dining room to find the camera sitting on the table. Wondering if I had left it there accidentally, I turned it on to see if maybe he had taken a picture or something. What a sweet surprise to see these images pop onto the screen.
This is my favorite one. It looks like flames are licking the clouds as the sun comes up over the horizon. Beautiful, just beautiful. Except for the power line stretching through the middle of the picture. Oh, well, the problems of living in the middle of town. But it's still beautiful, just the same. Thank you, My Sweet.