The first morning here I took advantage of my penchant for
early rising, and walked along the beach to appreciate the sunrise. I started
out, walking alone, in the semi-darkness, involuntarily matching my gait to the
rhythm of the waves gently advancing and retreating on the shore. In fact the
entire hour was only shared with 4 other people – a lone fisherman who waded
out into the Lake presumably to catch his breakfast; a man who appeared to be
searching for a cell signal since he stared only at his phone, not even
glancing at the spectacular sunrise in front of him; a woman playing with a
tiny dog for a short time; and finally a second fisherman, trying his luck.
I can’t help but realize that if I were able to start all my
days like this, life would be better for everyone! Starting each day with
exercise, perspective, appreciation, and an overwhelming sense of peace can’t
help but affect the outcome of the rest of the day. I do try to do that in the
course of my everyday living, but here it’s impossible not to be set up for
success! Of course when your days are spent exploring the spectacular Canadian
outdoors on foot and on bicycle, sharing delicious meals and excellent wine
with long-time friends, laughing until you cry while playing silly games in
your cozy trailer or sitting by a roaring campfire beside the lap of waves
before snuggling down for the night, with the whole experience on repeat for
tomorrow, well honestly, if you’re not thankful for your blessed life, there’s
something wrong with you!
The following pictures are presented in the order that they
were taken. Simply a record of a sunrise stroll. The shifting colours were fascinating!
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| First glimpse of bright sky, long before sunrise |
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| The spectrum of colours increases |
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| Solitude |
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| Well not absolute solitude! |
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| Fall colours, definitely present |
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| Colours changing again the closer we get to sunrise |
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| My first people siting of the day |
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| Moment of sunrise |
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| Sunrise over the picnic table |
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| Along driftwood |
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| Across the beach |
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| Kissing the plants |
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| The moment before it's swept out into the lake |
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| My company |
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| On my return, my early morning fisherman had a buddy |
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