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Here is the sun as it appeared to me on my way into work this morning. It's been rather humid all day, which was foreshadowed by the hint of haze evident in the air. Think of this as a companion piece to what was lovingly called "Goatse sunrise" of a week ago. The photograph was taken in essentially the same spot, but that day was cold, today had been a beauty. A touch of Chennai (well, a Tasmanian interpretation of Chennai) about it, but as someone who doesn't mind it hot, I've been happy enough.

[Note: I've been instructed by an e-mailer to remind everyone who hasn't already done so to view the video of Henry on the piano from Saturday. Never one to disappoint the mob, I have now done so.]
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Ben Nakagawa said…
Thanks for comment on Nelson Daily Photo, Kris.
This image has a huge WOW factor. I love this one better than one you included as a link. It is real beauty, I bet you had a wonderful day.
27 October 2008 at 22:51
Mary Stebbins Taitt said…
FANTASTIC! I LOVE this. VERY dramatic! Super!!
27 October 2008 at 23:53
MurciaDailyPhoto said…
That sun makes us so small ...
28 October 2008 at 00:43
Louis la Vache said…
What a fine photo! It would be a perfect Sky Watch Friday entry!
28 October 2008 at 01:18
Petrea Burchard said…
If I saw this on my way to work I'd think God was on the phone for me.
28 October 2008 at 05:43
Anonymous said…
That is a stunning photo. Really lovely.
28 October 2008 at 10:30
Kris McCracken said…
Kiwi, well said!

Ben, I would imagine that Nelson sees similar scenes in the morning?

Mary, I enjoyed it...
28 October 2008 at 15:57
Kris McCracken said…
MurciaDailyPhoto, AND burns our shoulders!

Louis, every day is sky watch Friday here in Tasmania!

Petrea, if he was calling me, I’d have to assume that he had dialled the wrong number.

Jackie, thanks!
28 October 2008 at 15:58
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