A while back Katherine asked for pictures of a sunrise from our area of the globe. I took this picture from my back patio a few days prior to her post and thought, "I wonder what I'll use this shot for?" Who knew.
Anyway I really was struck by the colors in it and as much as I'd like it to be from somewhere warm and sunny like, oh I don't know . . . oh yeah, ANYWHERE ELSE, it's not.
Living in the northwest part of Oregon this time of year gets a bit, shall I say, blah. In the month of December we had three days without measurable rainfall. Yippee!
We've been up here for about seven years now and generally I don't have the winter blues until March, where after six months of gray and rain everybody is walking around looking as tan as Casper the ghost.
There are those of course who escape to tropical locations for a couple of weeks and come back looking like George Hamilton. You can spot them right away; they have vitamin D oozing from every pore and walk around all day with that ear to ear grin that says, "I saw the sunshine and you didn't, nanner, nanner, nanner." Makes me want to slap the joy right off their smiling little faces.
There are others who try to fool themselves by getting the "fake-a bake-a" tans. These are the ones you see on a regular basis, whether it be at work or otherwise. You know they've been enjoying the forty degree weather and rain like the majority of us Oregonians and haven't gone on a trip in months, but for some reason their olive-brown complexion doesn't match the bed sheet white everybody around them is sporting.
I wish I could just find a big bag of money lying on the ground somewhere. I could grab it, live somewhere down south and live happily ever after.