Me: Sooooo. I set the alarm early this morning.
You: No! Lizard! You didn’t!
Me: Oh, yes I did. I set the alarm early.
Me: Because in a couple of weeks, Photo Club is going to get up before the crack of dawn and meet on the Gettysburg battlefields to take pictures of fall leaves at sunrise.
You: Whose dumb idea was that, Lizard?
Me: I hate to admit it, but it was mine. And since it was my idea, I’m kinda stuck scouting for the best location on the battlefields. I need to find a place that has a tree line in the distance fully lit by the rising sun, with some sort of “item of interest” in the foreground. A monument, a statue, a disoriented soldier ghost–something.
So, I set the alarm early and dragged myself out of the bed and brushed my teeth.
And then looked out of the window. And heaved a world weary sigh. Look at the sky:
Fog and full cloud coverage. I can’t tell if the sun’s even up, much less where it’s rising rays will fall on a tree line. Instead of heading back to bed, I ate some Frankenberry and read a book.
I’ll have to try again another morning.
The last of the cars. All that’s left is the motorcycle:
1932 Ford 5 window Coupe from the front:
Same car from the side:
This is a picture of Boy10 by the car. I can’t take full credit for this. Kendra posed Boy10 and I snuck up behind her and snapped the picture. She should get the credit for the shot.
Thank you Kendra.