Morning Surprise

We don't always get what we are looking for.

It's early, and the chance of a good sunrise compels me to load up the car

 and drive to the west side of the lake.  

Barley is eager to ride along in hopes of a morning swim.

At the lake, I lift the hatch and unload my tripod.

Barley races to the water's edge and looks back over his shoulder,

dancing in place until I throw a stick for him to retrieve.

It's a good arrangement; he gets a few retrieves,

and I get a few pictures.

The sunrise is a pretty one, but it won't make the year's top 10.

  

Scattered raindrops spit from the sky and I figure the shooting session is over.

Turning to go, I stop dead in my tracks. 

The bright ribbon stretching across the sky holds me there, gasping in wonder.

We don't always get what we are hoping for.

Sometimes we get more.




God's glory is on tour in the skies,

God-craft on exhibit across the horizon.

Psalm 19:1

Linking with Skywatch Friday

Morning Color

Before sunrise this morning, the sky was brilliant, and across the lake a few drops of rain teased the thirsty ground.  To the south, a rainbow appeared, so I followed it and set up in front of Cookie's Restaurant to take a few pictures.  In the western sky, rows of cotton ball clouds were tinged with pink.  From the restaurant, I could hear the early breakfast crew exclaiming over the beauty, and before long, the intoxicating aroma of bacon drifted out on the breeze.  The brilliance was short lived; by the time the sun appeared, the orange sky was replaced by a flat blue-gray, and the pink clouds and rainbow had faded away.  If God can pack that much beauty into a small amount of time and space, imagine what He will do with eternity.