Day VII: Moab

Nubble Point Lighthouse, Maine

On the fence

No Unattended Blankets Before 4pm. Please.

Totally ignored my own advice in yesterday's post - got no sleep last night (every time I closed my eyes, an image of 'Big Baby' from Toy Story 3 popped into my head.  Terrifying.) so I went out to shoot the sunrise (which I somehow managed to be late to anyways).  Good news is I didn't fall into the ocean like the last sunrise I shot.

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A First Sunrise

So, I bring the puppy to the beach for his first sunrise.  A true romantic, he immediately turns away from the rising sun, choosing instead to spend his time repeatedly drinking salt water, throwing it up, drinking more salt water, and throwing it up again, until the moment the sun is just about to break the horizon--at which time he decides he's had enough, picking up the nearest seashell and then prancing proudly towards the car.

A car which most certainly was not mine. 

Fortunately, we got to enjoy the sunrise alone, as his antics scared away all who approached; I guess an idyllic sunrise for most does not include the constant resonance of regurgitation and dry heaving.

 This was the closest he got to acknowledging the sunrise

Break Of Dawn

My goal for the day was to post a shot that was landscape orientation.  On that note, here is another portrait one: