When the kids were small Anne of Green Gables was one of their most beloved books. Of all of the indelible images of Avonlea that have remained with me (from the movie version of the same title), the one I relate to most closely is that of Matthew Cuthbert (Anne’s adoptive father) alone in his barn scooping grain from a burlap bag. Although there are also many quotes that I remember the one I recall most readily is one in which Anne observes that Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it. Sunrise has, for me at least, this same feeling of freshness and rebirth. The vast majority of photographic moments are fleeting. I captured this particular image several weeks ago on what must have been an early morning coffee run into town. I remember looking over my shoulder at the not-too-distant horizon and thinking that I should stop to take in the view. The call of the coffee bean was strong so I continued … until I was about to merge with the road that would have taken me on a straight shot into town. The sunrise again caught my attention, so strongly this time that I turned around and drove the quarter-mile back to a better view of the new day. I am now glad I did. Although there was cloud cover it was broken, allowing for darkened hints of blue to be seen. The bottoms of the clouds were illuminated by rays of the rising sun. I think that most of us associate darkness with cold, foreboding, and perhaps even that which is unknown. To me the darkness, especially when it sublimes with the dawn of a new day, represents that which is warm, reassuring, and replete with potential.