It’s been a while since I last walked down by the river. First, Rebekah and I have been crazy busy; then, the mosquito population has evidently made plans for an early summer and the river is one of their favorite spots.

But this morning it was 54-degrees with a slight breeze, so Max and I first hiked across the bridge then made our way through Riverfront Park.

I guess this is really an extension of yesterday’s post, “The Gift of Wonder.” I may not be an artist in the sense that I could paint such a scene, but I am an artist in that I recognize creative genius when I see it.

I have a friend who sometimes says, “I wish I was lucky enough to see the amazing sunrises you photograph.” Well that makes me think of “I wish I had a faith like yours.” There is a huge difference between my experience of the dawn and somebody else’s. All I can do is to tell the story. Your opportunity is to wake up, get up, get ready and open your eyes.

That might actually be a good outline for how to engage every day in terms of what is possible:

• Wake up
• Get up
• Get ready
• Open your eyes

Or, as Rebekah sometimes says, “That will preach!”