Pithlachascotee sunrise…

That is the name of the river that we see from this bridge. I named this post for the river just to see if I could spell it correctly without looking. I couldn’t, I gave it two Ts. Close but no cigar. Trying to spell the name of the river was the most excitement of the day so far. Even though the water was nice and still and ripe for some great reflections, but that didn’t happen. So I amused myself by trying to capture the swirling flock of birds as they landed on the wire, but they were just a blur of gray in the sky. Picking and choosing what day to head out early hasn’t been working out so well lately. Guess I need to rise and shine every day. A resolution? Probably not, but it sounds good.