As much as I’m not a fan of being up before dawn all the time, I have to admit that the pre-dawn hours have a certain beauty. Two quick shots, taking during my morning commute, before the sun has risen:
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As much as I’m not a fan of being up before dawn all the time, I have to admit that the pre-dawn hours have a certain beauty. Two quick shots, taking during my morning commute, before the sun has risen:
Years ago I lived a life that let me see the world at dark o’clock, and it is magical when every day the sun comes up. Feels like a miracle somehow.
Years ago I lived a life that let me see the world at dark o’clock, and it is magical when every day the sun comes up. Feels like a miracle somehow.