Sunrise, sunset. Swiftly flow the days. Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers. Blossoming even as they gaze. Sunrise, sunset. Swiftly fly the years. One season following another, laden with happiness and tears. – Lyrics by Sheldon Harnick and music by Jerry Bock, from “Fiddler on the roof.
Where in Timbuktu Did May Disappear?
I looked at the calendar this month and saw that the end of the month was only a few days away.
I didn’t realize I had seen that many sunrises and sunsets. I’m not always successful but I try to catch them both.
One means the start of a new day
Pink and purple to start the day. — Photo by Pat Bean
and the other means I survived whatever the day brought my way.
… and orange and gold to end it. — Photo by Pat Bean.
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One of my favorite songs, Pat, from one of the rare musicals that I can tolerate. This one I’m willing to see again and again. Like sunrises and sunsets, though now I like my sleep too much to see many sunrises. But I have seen a few beuts lately, and they’re worth it, too.
Glad you enjoyed it Sam.
Awesome photographs, Pat. And yep, these are two of my favorite times of day, particularly sunrise at which time all things are possible!
Every once in a while, but not often, I get everything done that I put on my to do list at dawn. It’s such a great feeling when the miracle happens, and the sunset is always sweeter.