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Woke up at 5:30 this morning in the dark, fed the dogs, and headed over to Cranes beach to photograph the sunrise, but the gates were locked. I drove back through Essex and over to Singing Beach in Manchester, but nothing cried out to me. I cut back over to Hamilton on Chebacco Road stopping to walk my dogs through the camera around my neck, but never felt inspired to look through my lens. It was 7:30 now and time to go home. I got out of my car and walked down to let the chickens out of the coop. The lighting was flat and they are molting so there were more feathers on the floor of the coop than on their backs. I was just about to give up and retire my camera to its case when Lisa's riding boots, sitting in the early morning sun on the tackroom floor, caught my eye.