Day’s Beginning

On Wednesday night,  determined to get up early, I set my alarm for well before dawn in hopes of capturing photos at the beginning of  a day.    Five-something in the morning would come mighty early.   Knowing this, I set the alarm out of reach on a table that would force me to get up to turn it off.   Otherwise, as I’ve done before, I might reach over and turn the dang thing off in the middle of the night.   When the alarm blared, I silently cursed it, but got moving.    As it turned out, it was to be a cloudy day, but I hopped in the car and headed 10 miles east to Prince of Peace Lutheran Church in Wuthrich Hill, Texas.    The corn looked good, the church atop a hill was indeed peaceful.   With Memorial Day coming up, someone had placed American flags on graves in the Prince of Peace cemetery.   Somewhat satisfied with the outing, I headed home.  En route, I spotted sunflowers poking their heads out near another field of corn.   All in all, a good morning.  Not perfect, but what is?