Sunrse over Lake Whatcom

Sometimes nature is a painting fool like me. This morning was one of those days. I opened my eyes and noticed a deep pink reflection in my mirror of a line of light peeping between the blinds of our bedroom door and reflecting back at me. I knew what that meant. I'd seen it before. Sunrise! Not your boring pale pink sunrise. Oh no. I mean Sunrise with a capital "S." I jumped out of bed, grabbed my robe and my camera, and rushed out onto the deck. There it was. Sunrise over Lake Whatcom.

Like me, this one looks good in size large. (tee hee)