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The Four Winds, the Lords of Cosmic Jest, and the Wheel of Fortune converge to bring my mother, father, Sarah, her son Adrian, and my cousin Doug together for Lunch at Lucile’s, despite everyone’s plans to the contrary. Or was it the Ghost of Christmas Present? More Photos

I wonder if I could make a living getting up early and snapping a few sunrise pictures every day? "Subscribe to the Cyberhobo Sunrise Service and experience the peace and renewal of the rising sun every morning – all without ever having to wake up early!"

This is as low as the sun will get on my commute, so long as I can be counted on not to spring onto the bike too early, longing for this low, soft light. Here the river moves enough to melt, but is still enough to reflect the bare trees. A future park is marked…

This looks like another of my recent sunrise series, but the sun is not behind this cloud, it’s way off to the left. Some anomaly was causing this cloud to catch the light. It’s not the greatest picture, but it was eerie to behold, and I want to remember it. I didn’t even see the…

The sun is just coming up now when I leave for work, filling the spaces between the inky trees across the frozen lake with a warm orange glow.

I didn’t ride the bike at all last week due to sub-zero temperatures and Ann being in Santa Fe part of the week. Now on my return I find the Cache La Poudre River gone, and a snowy animal causeway in its place.