The early morning sun at the front of the house is really beautiful.Maybe if I keep my eyes on the light, I'll be able to overlook the many boxes still littering the inside landscape.
Then again, maybe not. When the sun gets over those trees, it's downright bright! I retreat towards the back of the house.
Where the boxes are.
Not a pretty sight. Let's look at the sun a little longer, before it pops over the trees.
Classic avoidance technique? Or admirable attitude of gratitude and appreciation of gratuitous beauty? You decide. I already have.