Of various dawn shots I took on my walk today, this one appeals to me most. Lake Ontario at the foot of Kippendavie on a calm, muggy morning. It was early enough that bird songs and gull squawks were the dominant soundtrack. Very peaceful.
A grey-bearded man sleeping on a bench beside the boardwalk had a radio going inside his shopping cart. A talk show played quietly. I thought how pleasant it would be to wake up in the morning to the sound of lapping water and singing birds. Good choice of a place to bed down for the night, even if the bench boards were a bit hard. Was the talk show a wake-up call? A little, homey touch? A bit of comfort?