Sunrise behind the last sunflower.

After days of dismal weather the skies cleared. I was awoken as the light coming in my bedroom window was taking on a pinky hew. After stumbling from bed and donning my dressing gown I looked out to a beautiful and vital morning sky rich in colour. My camera was grabbed with that ever present need to capture that moment. I stepped outside into the first frosty morning of the atumn, and looked for something to make my sunrise into something. My last sunflower sanding tall before me seemed to make a good accomplice to the sunrise.