Such a popular prompt. This is the third time in less than a year I find myself responding to it. It’s a no-brainer, fortunately, lending itself easily to words and pictures.

I don’t know when it first showed up, but this one is from October 2013. Since WordPress had reblogged it anyway, I figured I’d update it and put it up properly.


I love the dawn, or, at least how it appears. There’s the sun rising, all yellow and pink. The line from the Odyssey (Homer) springs to mind:

“After we were clear of the river Oceanus, and had got out into the open sea, we went on till we reached the Aeaean island where there is dawn and sunrise as in other places. We then drew our ship on to the sands and got out of her on to the shore, where we went to sleep and waited till day should break.Then, when the child of morning, rosy-fingered Dawn, appeared…”

The reference to “rosy-fingered dawn” appears in the Odyssey several times and it has stuck in my head, so much so that whenever I see a pink streaked dawn sky, I think of it.


It is indeed hard to get oneself up and out when bedtime was just a couple of hours before. I’m not a night owl. I’m a day-and-night owl, someone who wakes up early but has a lot of trouble sleeping at night so I see the sunrise more often than I’d like. There are days when those birds singing are the final straw. All night tossing and turning and waking and trying to relax, relax, breathe and go back to sleep … and then the birds start their early chorus.

Sometimes the dogs chime in and everything is singing I have to laugh. No matter how tired I am, the singing dog pack and the birdsong out on the porch is like a great movie gone entirely wrong. What can I do but smile and brew some coffee?

On those rare occasions when I drag my weary carcass up and out, camera in hand, I’m glad because the world is a-borning and I am there to make it mine.


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15 replies

  1. I really love that first photo catching the first light of day, however like you I do not really rejoice. We shouldn’t be awake to see it, but still be deep in sleep were it not for the interruptions of the birds, the cats, and the local train that whistles every time it approached the station and leaves again (1/2 hour rhythm). There should be something against moving at 6 in the morning. I don’t know how it is in the States, but the Swiss are an early nation. I sometimes think they don’t even go to bed. What’s a sun rise? Never heard of it, but I know it goes down so I suppose it has to come up again.


    • Most of the working world gets up early. Here and there. And of course, farmers have to get up. Cows and all that. Me and you, we are retirees. We neither work, nor milk. If it weren’t for the relentless determination of our cats and dogs to get us on our feet, we might just sleep the day away. Or at least a lot more of it than we do 🙂


  2. A wonderful picture. Looks like someone with rosy fingers fingerpainted it!


  3. Love this post:) Beautiful photos! And I know what you mean about the dang birds…this summer they would begin at 3:05 in the morning…now they are later but they do not help you to sleep…and we have an annoying owl or two as well! I too have a hard time getting to sleep even when I am super tired…wish I could go to sleep as quickly as WB does!


    • Sometimes, the squirrels and the crows (or the blue jays) decide to have a territorial dispute on the back deck. May Lord what a racket! And they are so focussed on the battle at hand, they completely ignor my shouts of SHUT UP!


      • Yep I hear ya….I have yelled at the owls too and WB has even fired off his gun and they still hoo-hoo!


        • No matter what anyone say, they don’t show us ANY respect! We have bobcats that totally dis us. They were born on the property and as far as they are concerned, we’re mice. But not as tasty.


          • Ugh…I would not care for that! We have a zillion coyotes, deer, elk, and lots of interesting birds…we have had a wolf sighting and also cougars…which freaks me out.


            • The first time our bobcat … actually, it was mom bobcat … we’ve had several generations … dropped down next to me from the roof, then took the stairs from the deck to the yard in one easy leap (these guys can fly!), I thought my heart was going to stop. Then there was the day I opened my teepee and out leapt Mr. Bob Cat. He didn’t even have the grace to run away. He sat down, about a dozen feet from me and stared at me, clearly pissed I had disturbed his nap. “It’s all yours,” I assured him. That was the end of my teepee days. Mr. Bob Cat had staked it out for himself and I was disinclined to argue the point. We have all those other guys too, minus elk (just some really big deer) and wolves (plenty of coyote, though). No cougars, but recently, black bear and moose have been showing up in the middle of suburban towns. And fishers (big minklike weasels with bad attitudes). And a couple of red-tailed hawks who like to chow down in our driveway. I never argue with them, but prefer they take their leftovers with them when they depart. Messy eaters.


    • I feel guilty about resenting the lovely birds, but they really are very loud and they don’t shut up for hours. Considering how late I get to sleep, it’s hard to not wish the birds might consider altering their schedule — just a little bit maybe?

      We must have owls because I hear them, but I’ve never seen one. I believe we have barn owls and a few others, but they live off in the woods and do not appear. Ever.

      I share your pain. I can’t remember the last time I fell asleep easily — and STAYED asleep through the night. It’s the staying asleep that’s my problem. I fall asleep just fine, but I wake up an hour later.

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