My morning ritual is pretty simple. Roll out of bed, get dressed, use the bathroom, grab my camera and paraphernalia, roust the dogs and head out into the woods. I'm either in pitch darkness or with some light from the moon. The dogs are in full bliss state and it's easy to tap into their alertness, joy and enthusiasm.
Whatever route I take through the woods and fields to the water, I'm almost always there to catch the sunrise. My dear Uncle Dave, who taught creative writing most of his life, used to often gripe about how our language doesn't reflect reality.
"It's not sunrise," he would often say, "It's actually earthturn."
So here are some choice EarthTurn photos from the past ten days:
