Two days of sunsets, here is a sunrise. This is a farm I used to work at when I was 12 or 13 years old. The woman who owned it was Mrs. Lovegren, an elderly widow who made her spending money by selling chicken and duck eggs, and around the holidays the chickens and ducks! She paid me a quarter an hour to clean the chicken coup and help her in her garden and yard. This is my "when I win the lottery" property. I have always loved how the fog will settle in the low-lands in the morning. I drive by it every day on my way to work.