Growing up my front door faced east so I saw the sun rise over the Lutheran church across the street. I thought there was nothing so beautiful as that sun rise. It was gorgeous. I've seen a few sunrises in my life and there is only a few that can top that sunrise of my childhood.

I remember watching the sun hit the Atlantic Ocean while Steve and I were in Rio.
I remember watching the sun's rays make spider webs sparkle just before it peaked over some tall trees in some long forgotten state park in Eastern Washington the summer just before my senior year in high school. That was the morning I knew--not just thought--knew I was God's daughter and he loved me. I still don't like spider webs but when they have dew on them, my heart warms with memories of that morning and the continual knowledge of the fact: I am His child and he loves me.
I remember watching the sunrise over the Cascades on countless camping trips or early morning runs.
Standing at the counter in my brother's home and watching the sun begin to drench Richland in light is a special treat.
I still get a little week in the knees when I run down 184th on a clear morning and see the sun hit the side of Mt. Rainier. GORGEOUS!

But I've sat and watched more sunsets that sunrises. When ever we go camping on the coast, I make sure that I can catch the sun dipping into the water or behind Vancouver Island (our two favorite camping spots are Long Beach, Washington and Fort Ebey on Whidbey Island). There is something magical at watching the sun move so quickly and quietly behind the clouds and then disappear behind the water.

I come home from a camping trip and download the photos and make a special file for my sunset pictures. Then I see the file count and realize I took more pictures of the sunset than my children.

Here are a few of my favorite sunset and sunrise photos I've taken over the years.

Thankful for...the Sun

The Back Dor

Grown A Foot Or Two