This morning began at four. I know most people don’t believe that 4 AM exists and I think if you ignore the senior citizens, more people have seen the earth from space than the morning at 4; at least on the getting up side. So if you are going to be a denier of 4 AM or a flat earther, I think the morning story is more credible.
I was out the door before the sun chose to show its face this morning I was out looking for something to photograph. I drove around for a while, watching the sleeping city looking for my picture for the day. As often happens when I get stuck, I ended up at the cemetery.
I hate Christmas on a good day, and today wasn’t a good day. There are people that you have for certain conversations and when you need to have one of those conversations and the person you want to talk to is dead that sucks. Turns out that if you go to the cemetery early enough to beat the sun and every sane person who is still at home in bed, you don’t seem like an idiot talking to a cold stone slab and not getting any answers. I don’t actually think that there is anyone to talk to in a cemetery anyway. If there are, the afterlife is a pretty bleak thought. I’m sure Matt has better things to do than lie around in a box six feet below the ground, but I tried talking to him anyway.
As I wandered around the cemetery I got to looking around. The clouds were hanging over the mountain like a gray cold wet blanket. The kind that if you put it around your shoulders it would just make you sad, cold and wet. If more snow had been falling I might have been just that. But the mountains pretty much said what I was feeling, so I took a picture of it. Not a great picture, it was a little too dark and I didn’t have a tripod so I didn’t get a nice clear panorama like I wanted to. But I did get a gloomy looking mountain.