Once I realized that the sunrise was not at that conjunction but over land, I raced down the beach, but I was too late to see the sun lift off the water. Oh well, there’ll always be another time. The real question is what do I do now that I’m up?

I could take pictures of prints of paintings on the wall of our motel.

We’re back at the Pilgrim Sands in Plymouth. This photo’s from last night and now I’m up waiting for the sunrise hoping for a clear horizon of one the sun can burn off. The above view is northeast from our deck and the overnight guy, who works two jobs, the other in Boston,  tells me the rise occurs over there where that spit of land dies into the ocean. You’ll see.