Rather large for the Olympic Torch, and too small to actually hold the Sun, but here it is. A large water tower adjacent to a run of high voltage transmission lines. The cloud cover blanketed the sky, except for an area which allowed the sun’s brilliance to shine through.
Timing and location are critical to so many things in life including photography. Once I saw the morning glow from a totally different perspective, I drove to a spot that I was familiar with and waited for the sun to travel along its early morning path. This was the result.
I posted this photo a few years ago and came across it again while searching for another image. It was taken during this time of year and it just drew me in. I hope you like it.
Morning has broken, like the first morning. Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird. Praise for the singing, praise for the morning. Praise for the completeness where His feet pass.
Sweet the rains dewfall, sunlit from Heaven. Like the dewfall on the first grass. Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden. Sprung in completeness where His feet pass.
Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning. Born of the one light, Eden saw play. Praise with elation, praise every morning. God’s recreation of the new day.
This song was made popular in 1971 by British singer, Cat Stevens, and is actually a Christian hymn. The lyrics were penned by Eleanor Farjeon in 1931 and was set to a Scottish Gaelic tune known as Bunessan (Wikipedia source). Many other music artists also recorded this song since Stevens did. Cat Stevens converted to the Muslim faith in 1977 and changed his name to Yusuf Islam. He is best remembered for this hymn. Born in 1948, he is still writing and singing music.