The weather this time of year is a bit flaky. One minute it is snowing and overcast and the next it is snowing and overcast. I mean, I think it does do other things than snow and the sky shows other things than overcast but I just cannot think of what that might be. 

So that explains why I almost missed a great sunrise.

I decided I was going to hit the park in the morning but the preceding night did not look promising. You know, with all the snow and overcast. So I slept in. When I woke up and made it downstairs I saw this weird thing beyond the trees. It was as if the great big porcelain overcast had chipped and this bright stuff–we'll just call it "sunlight" for lack of a better term–was just leaking all over the place through it. Odd. So I took the boy out for some quick pictures in the back yard.

Technically I'm not terribly pleased with them. The snow is all blown out even though I thought I played enough with the exposure to avoid that. But again the model saved the day.

Mr. Winkle, your days are numbered. NUMBERED!