Too late?

I know a lot of my pictures of my route to work have been of the dawn, but if getting up that early seems a chore in itself, look at what I am missing half an hour earlier before the sun actually rose.

This was the view from my window when I got up this morning:

Half an hour later, by the time I got to my favourite of the rock houses, much of that glorious colour was gone as the sun rose over town:

As often though, my slight frustration forced me to adapt my viewpoint to concentrate not on the house, or the rock, but on the tree behind it: