A couple early mornings ago, I noticed that the white translucent window shade had turned pink. Could this mean there was an inspirational sunrise-over-suburbia going on? I grabbed my camera and dashed outside in time to capture this ode to backyard neglect with the working title "Sunrise Over A Pile of Woodchips I Haven't Gotten Around To Spreading Yet." Note that reality is nicely framed by the optimistic words "Sunrise" and "Yet".
