The city looked like it was sinking into the lake this morning.

7 minutes later:

 

Those are my pictures. Here's Meade's point of view at the same time:

Morning fog.

Video by Meade.

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At the Sunrise Café...

... you can talk all night.

Fog at sunrise time.

Meade's contribution:

Fog at. sunrise, 7:07, sun at 1:14.

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Sunrise — 7:13.

Photo by Meade, who braved the cold when I did not.

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Steam fog and swans.

Lake Mendota at at 7:22 a.m.

  

That's the western view. There was much more bird action looking east at 7:18:

Video by Meade.

Sunrise with steam fog — 6:39, 6:48, 6:51, 6:52.

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Bonus western view — at 6:47 — with a special pinkness of its own:

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Ambient U2 at sunrise as the fog clears on the frosty first morning of Standard Time:

ADDED: I don't know how casual or ritualistic these ablutions were, but let this photo stand for the proposition that the weather was frosty:

Sunrise — 7:13, 7:20.

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Sunrise — 7:12, 7:09.

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Sunrise — 7:09.

This morning's heavy fog was hard to capture:

I returned to the same vantage point at 3 p.m. and took a non-sunrise photograph:

"For a few decades after its introduction, the [gas] lighting radically altered the city, not only prolonging the period in which work could be productively carried out in the street..."

"... but also reversing expectations. Poor people, who could not afford to light their rooms, suddenly found the street lighter and brighter than their homes and occupied the streets at night in a manner that the authorities found disconcerting. A device conceived in part as a mechanism for control and crime prevention inadvertently encouraged a night-time economy not always considered desirable. Covent Garden, now a tourist centre, housed hundreds of much-frequented brothels and so-called coffee houses. On the other hand, prints from the 18th and 19th centuries also show people reading beneath the bright lights of the big city, saving their eyes from dim domestic candlelight."

Writes Edwin Heathcote, in "From pillar to lamp post: lighting city streets" (The Architectural Review).

The article is from 3 years ago. I found it this morning because I googled "history of lampposts" after looking through my morning fog pictures....

... and saying out loud, "Remember when lampposts were beautiful?"

Sunrise — 7:13, 7:14.

7:05 a.m.

At sunrise — 5:43 — fog erases the lake shoreline.

Foggy sunrise — 7:28.

A very foggy sunrise...

... is still a sunrise (by the standards of this blog).

And (by the standards of this blog) a post with just a photograph and minimal words is an open thread.

Sometimes it snows in April...

Looks grim, but it was nice — big snowflakes, fog on the lake, almost completely deserted. I enjoy the gentle light and the cool air. Warm snow is so much better than cold rain. You enjoy your climate, and I will enjoy mine. The days of temperatures in the 30s and 40s are delightful!

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The lake pictures were taken at noon. Here's the view of the backyard at 8 in the morning:

A very warm and foggy day by the lake at sunrise.

If not for the fog, you'd see the lake shoreline cutting straight through the middle of this photo: