Florida sunrises can be spectacular, and none more-so than those along what they call the Space Coast. I am staying in Titusville, about 5 miles inland from Merritt Island and the Canaveral shore: Cape Canaveral, now the Kennedy Space Center, is between me and the coast. What you see here though, looking like a shadowy landscape of hills against the rising sun, is actually layers of fog over trees. This was taken from the balcony in front of my room, from a higher angle…I had to lean out over railing and zoom in to avoid the building itself. Interstate 95 is right behind the silhouetted palms.

I like the mystery of the shot, the half light and the fog, the bold silhouettes of the palms and the blazing sky.

Canon SX40HS at about 135mm equivalent field of view, f4.5 @ 1/80th @ ISO 200. Program with iContrast and –1/3EV exposure compensation.

Processed in Lightroom for intensity, clarity, and sharpness. Cropped slightly at the top for composition and interest.

And for the Sunday thought: dawn and fog. Obscurity with a promise of clarity and light to come. Now if that does not describe our spiritual journey many days I don’t know what does. As Paul says, “now we see as in a mirror darkly” but we have the promise of full sight and true vision to come. And for me part of the miracle is that even in our obscurity, we are able to see the beauty that calls us. We treasure the dawns, we rejoice in the days, we celebrate the sunsets, we bask in the night and our dreams, to rise again to the promise of the coming day. If this, this life, this glorious life and this beautiful world is “in a mirror darkly” then I can barely imagine what the full light of day will reveal. And no…I am not ignorant of the pain and frustration, the ugliness and decay, that is also obscured by the morning fog of our current days (I95 and its traffic of commerce and greed is right behind the palms)…but I see, in the light of the promise, no reason to dwell on it…to dwell in it. It is beauty that calls me…beauty, truth, light, and I move toward it as surely as the sun rises, as the fog dispels, as day comes. I can, almost always, celebrate the fog of dawn in the rising sun. And that, thank God, is also a good description of my spiritual journey.