I started a project last year and I still have no idea what made me want to attempt such a feat. Probably….no. I have no clue.
However, the fact that it is now over?
Another check off the list of Things That Will Happen Before the Sprout Comes.
And this one was a biggie because this one required daily monumental effort.
What did I do?
For the past 365 days I have risen before the sun in order to take a picture of the sunrise. I posted them all here, on photo bucket, if you’d like to take a look-see.
Day one of my project. February 1, 2011
It was freezing and snowy and completely opposite of today, the final sunrise:
Before I began this asinine idea, someone probably should have told me that the sun begins to rise around 4:30 in the morning during the summer in Colorado. This never happened in Georgia. Ever. 4:30 in the morning? For serious?!
Or they failed to mention that I’d have to plan my entire life – including early morning workouts – around the sunrise…as in bring my camera with me to the gym and stop in the middle of a spin class to capture this:
I also had to lug my camera to the start of a 10k race because I couldn’t miss the sun coming up before we had to skedaddle down the course.
And I never took just one picture…noooo…every single day has – at minimum – three pictures of the sunrise so I’d be able to pick which one I wanted to use. Funny, though, about 90% of the time, this is what the sunrise looks like:
I swear I never used a previous day for one I skipped. We just have a lot of cloudless, clear mornings, I guess…)
Once I started to understand which morning would net the “typical” sunrise versus the “pretty” sunrise, I’d either be really happy – because the “typical” sunrise is easy and quick – or really grumpy – because the “pretty” sunrises require me to watch the sky and grab a shot at the peak of the colors.
Like this one:
Or this one:
Or this one:
But…because I started the project…that meant I had to finish. I couldn’t just half ass my way through it. This created much anxiety on my part all, “What if I sleep through the alarm? What if I forget to set the alarm? What if I MISS THE SUNRISE?!”
Missing one meant starting all. over. again. and there was no way in hell I was doing that.
Somehow I managed to wake up every morning and take a picture.
And now…it’s over.
Except, the other day I got this crazy ass idea to want to take a picture of the sunrise every year on the sprout’s birthday.
But…you do realize what that means, right?
I now have to continue to get up and take a picture each morning because NO ONE KNOWS WHEN HE’S COMING.
Still, wouldn’t it be awesome to have the sunrise on your birthday every single year? Who has that?!
The things I already do for you, baby sprout…the things I do…