The Breakfast Hour
Waking up at 6:30, I am privileged to see a fiery dawn sky in the east, enjoying that view even as I pry open the first cat food can of the day for a very insistantly vocal Violetta Scampercat. Once she is face down in her little china dish, suctioning up her chicken in gravy dinner breakfast, I look at the same fire reflecting on the mountains to the west, as I sit and fire up this machine. Then, I have to get up again, and with each of my two cameras, capture the view of the Peak and the few... Sign in to see full entry.