Sunrise No. 356 of 2,000+
- Sunrise time: 8:31
- Azimuth: 124° ⇡
- Did the sun rise: Yes
- Was the sun visible: Yes
- Felt like: 23 ºF
- Air Temp: 29 ºF
- Humidity: 78%
- Wind: 6 mph ⇡
- Wind gust: 8 mph
Exposure
- 17mm
- f/18.0
- 1/60 sec
- 400
Wetmore Landing, Marquette, MI
5.9 mile commute
📍 46° 37' 1" N, -87° 27' 49" W
Musings [236 words]
1, 2, 3, 4, 5 … 20, 21, 22, 23… 65, 66, 67, 68… 120, 121, 122, 123 … 228, 229, 230, 231 … 289, 290, 291 … 354, 355, 356.
Three-hundred fifty-six consecutive sunrises.
When we turn on the teletube, we’re used to hearing numbers that end in -illions. They’re engrained in our minds. But have you taken time to sit back and think about how big of a number three-hundred sixty-five is? It’s huge. Really.
Other than basic bodily functions and maybe brushing your teeth, what thing do you do every single day for a year straight, without missing a day, no excuses, no exceptions.
A month went by and I thought, ok, I can announce this, I can make this a goal. Another month goes by and it’s routine by March. But I don’t becomea morning person unti summer. At that point, you look back and realize it’s been a 180+ days.
Then, you look ahead, and you realize all of a sudden you have nine days remaining to complete a year. Nine. 1, 2, 3, 4… 9.
I’ve been thinking of writers. It seems there are countless writers quoted as saying “I write x number of words per dsay.” Without missing a day, suddenly you look back and you have a novel. It could be a body of work of any measure.
One by one. And all of a sudden… you’ve changed.
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I’m amused by these deer tracks and hope that this deer was also out looking at the sunrise, the sunset, or just taking in the view.
