I spent the last week at the cabin near Two Harbors and spent each morning from about 5:30 until 8 casting the breakwater. The fishing, in a word, sucked. BUT, the sunrises proved to be something else. These two pictures were taken right around 6:20-6:25
AM on Thursday and Friday. It rained 7 of the 8 days we were up there, and the wind blew like crazy on most days. Friday was by far the tamest day I saw for the wind. I hit the breakwater a couple afternoons when the wind direction didn’t have whitecaps licking at my feet, but the water was still too warm for the fish to be near shore yet. While the fishing was a dud, the sunrises were something else if the clouds parted long enough to see the sun.
The red in the pictures lasted maybe three minutes and as the sun got higher on the horizon the color paled to pink and was totally gone by the time the whole sun could be seen. It looked like the sky was bleeding. Absolutely unreal.