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My Typical Morning--Sometimes it Rains

I was inspired by Dive's Expedition post, so I have decided to present my own pictorial display of my typical morning. It was raining on the day I set out to document my experience.

First, this is what I see from my garage at 7:35 am when I leave the house to deliver Daughter No. 2 to school. Day light savings time will help that a little.

This is the same view later in the day time when the sun is up.

This is the curvy road I take to the high school as seen after dawn.

This is the high school as seen through the rain on my window,

followed by what the high school looks like when the window is rolled down.

This is My Favorite Place for Joe where I stop most mornings
to pick up a cup and to read the editorial page of the Small Town paper.

This is what the highway looks like through my rain-washed windshield,

and this is what it looks like on those occasional lovely mornings
as the sun comes up over the hills.

And finally at my destination, this is the front door of my work place.
Safe and sound.

Comments

Sassy Sundry said…
I like your coffee shop!

Looks like it's beautiful this time of year in your part of the world.
Thanks for sharing your commute. Maybe I will do one as well.I'm always intrigued by others commute to wrok and I don't feel as bad after reading dive's
dive said…
Those trees outside your house are beautiful, Robyn.

I love the rain on the windscreen shots and the tree and the high school in the dark.
It's great to see where you go for joe; Uncommon Grounds is a brilliant name for a coffee shop.
And that sunrise … wow!
More, please! Let's see Small Town in all its glory through the seasons. I may well do the same in my village.
What a great idea this is! I must do it.
Your trees are stunning as is your quiet-looking road.
The dark entry to your day just made me want to go back inside your house and snuggle under the duvet. lol.
Very interesting journey thanks.
Gina said…
Very pretty sunrise!
Mrs. G. said…
I enjoyed spending the morning with you. Here's hoping the afternoon is just as nice.
Anonymous said…
ok, count me in. It may take a few as I don't have a digital camera handy.
Anonymous said…
I can't imagine kids going to school that early here. Our kids start at 9am and finish by 3pm. MOst classes are about 40 minutes in duration. And even with this system we find it hard to get kids to go to school.
Anonymous said…
These are wonderful photos Robyn. So great to see where you live. It is pretty, rather like where I live in South Australia minus the gum trees. It is light outside at 5.00 am here at the moment!

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