Saturday morning I saw the sun rise on my way to the White Eagle Grange's breakfast. To be fair, it wasn't that early. By the time I made it to the grange it was 7:30.
As I was driving down Highway 395 the sun just peaked over the mountains. I pulled off on the nearest frontage road and snapped a few photos.
At the grange I took photos for a wild art letting people know the grange needs members. I considered using this photo, but didn't think that wonderful steam coming off the biscuits and gravy would translate in black and white newsprint. So I saved it for the blog.