Dawn, Bartlett Pond, White Horse Beach, Manomet, Plymouth, Massachusetts, USA

There is something special about getting up before the sun. I am one of those people who does that. Must be the years of practice as a  workingman that have made it the "normal" for my senses. 

And sometimes on those early mornings, I am rewarded with a color and light and beauty show that is worthy of note. Like this morning.

They say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder.  I disagree - beauty is there regardless of the eye of the beholder. Like the old saw about, "if a tree falls in the forest and no one is there, does it make a sound?" Yes, it does.