Moon preparing to greet the sun 7:06 am.

Sun rising 7:08

HeartCat wondering if I’ll try to get closer. No kitty … I’ll keep my distance. Can you see why I call him/her HeartCat?

I don’t often do this, but check out Rivergirl’s amazing sunrise shots here. As an aging Baby Boomer, her transcendental photographs put me in mind of this ballad which I’ve always loved.

It’s a song that doesn’t seem to make a lot of sense. Every stanza ends with the sky successively:

• on fire
• trembling
• folding
• changing color
• embarrassed and finally
• erupting

To me, it’s Dylan’s vision of the future of America and we’re at the embarrassed stage. Of course, Dylantologists would disagree. Their consensus is that it’s a breakup poem he wrote to Joan Baez which she then had the good sense to record. So there … take that Bobby! Your loss! What do you think?

It’s a beautiful day out here in Northern California which means the Seahawks and the Patriots are both winners!