November 11, 2019
In the dim sunrise: snow, coots, and — on the opposite shore — the faint shapes of buildings.
The photo — the last in the set I took this morning — shows how things looked at 6:59. The official sunrise time was 6:46. Here's 6:48:
The color shift from 6:48 to 6:59 is real, not the result of any manipulation. Though the eye doesn't detect it, from the camera's objective point of view, the light shifted from blue to gray in those 11 minutes. I would say get out there and see it, but did I see it? I couldn't have said, it was really blue and then it went gray, but on some level I did see it in real life and then saw it again — with new revelations — in the photographs.
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To all who have worn, or still wear the uniform, thank you for your service. I will strive to be worthy of you.
To all family members of those who have, or still serve, thank you for your sacrifice.
To my son, who served in the Marine Corps, I have always been, and always will be, very proud of you.
In the blue photograph, you can't see the buildings on the opposite shore because the it's farther away at that point and it was hidden by the fog/snow.
I’m on the deck watching some coots on the lake, as well. A smattering of colored ducks has arrived over the last few days. No snow or clouds - thank goodness!!
through haze
hues phase
blues to grays
Are coots the same as boomers?
Getting to love these morning photos.
Althouse is seeing "old coots" everywhere.
I think I see Keanu's girlfriend in 6:59 but I can't be certain.
I’m here in California and things are so crazy, expensive and crowded. My Uber driver said she loves it here because of the weather.
I’ve never been much interested in the weather but I do love the seasons of beautiful Nebraska land. Cold and snow builds character!
The gray photo makes me feel blue
The blue before sunrise is for the same reason that the sunrise is red.
eleven minutes! I have long been thrilled that out of the gentle shift of light across 24 hours in a day, there is nothing like what I call the "seven minutes" of glorious change that we witness at sunrise and sunset.
i have known a few extraordinary people like that, where every seven minutes with them is distinctive, glorious, a surprise, and such a gift.
I like when weather moves in and you can't see the other side of the lake. You get a kind of eternity feeling, like you could walk that way and just go on forever and ever.
We've got the cold front moving through here about mid-day. The radio and television are full of chaos!, chaos! Turn off your sprinklers, open your under-sink cabinets, Oh My Dog, it's going to get all the way down to 29, maybe even 28 degrees! Bring your pets in!
I prefer the cruel neutrality of a lake shrouded in infinity.
"Are coots the same as boomers?"
OK, Cooter.
"The gray photo makes me feel blue"
One of the 50 shades of Howard.
Annie C — hear hear!
DDB has an addendum to the ancient Roman saying. Now it is, “bread, circuses and weather.”
Meade just made me blush (#27)
Ha ha. You wear it well, H. A little old fashioned but that's all right.
You saw it, but didn't notice it. Like a David Letterman special.
Have you ever danced with the Devil in the dim sunrise?
It was 19° when I was out there at sunrise. 19 and they said it felt like 7.
19 and it feels like 7.
Gen Z.
Our next-door neighbor when I was growing up was an avid duck hunter. His nickname was 'Coot'.
The eye is always in auto white balance mode.
It was 19° when I was out there at sunrise. 19 and they said it felt like 7.
When it's 19 it feels like it's 19. The wind chill is TV clickbait.
2nd photo: Wake up and smell the Coffin
First photo: The slim and feminine leg of a burlesque star with high heels about to commit suicide in a frosty lake because she was looking for love and admiration, but found the empty loneliness of being a beautiful woman surrounded by rich and hard men.
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