Well, like I might have mentioned a few times before, I am not a fan of early mornings. I can be asleep, dreaming that the pope is giving me the ingredients to the secret ice cream and I’d rather stay that way. By the way, I did once have a dream that the pope, the real one, was giving me the ingredients to the secret ice cream. We got to caramel before I was awoken by the evilest sound in the world — my alarm.

Anyway, why am I going on and on about this? Because I got to experience a Venetian sunrise. Observe:

I did nothing to these photos. OK, that isn’t exactly true. I sharped and played with a little contrast here, but otherwise, nothing. This is just what it looked like when I shot it. Another? OK:

The Venetian sunrise makes the sidewalks purple. Amazing. Early in the morning, maybe I will eventually embrace it. Maybe when I move to Venice!