Stan's Side

For the last few days I've been getting to know an old friend, Standard — Stan for short.

I haven't seen him since March, but here he is again, and up to his usual tricks: early mornings, early evenings, a sense that darkness is winning. In a way, it's not his fault. He arrives on the scene just as the light is fading, and departs when it's coming into its own. He's left holding the bag.

Some people want to banish him forever. Others think we should get rid of his flashy cousin. Until we do one or the other, Stan will be the sober fellow who says "you really should go home now, it's getting dark" or "early to bed and early to rise." 

If you happen to catch him in the morning, though ... it's a different story. Trust me, I know.  

(Two sunrise photos in a row? Stan made me do it.)