I quite love the blurry photo I took this morning before sunrise when I went out to sow seeds for the birds. The warm light is shining from inside the house and that cool glow edging the mountains is the sun casting its light–a kind of twilight–already. Beautiful, isn’t it?
Here’s, basically, the same shot a bit later and without the light from the house. The sun is higher, although not yet risen, and casting a brighter light into the sky.
The barest tinge of pink is bleeding into the horizon to the south rather than the east.
A little later, here’s what’s going on IN THE WEST! Still absolutely no color over Truchas Peaks to the east. I didn’t touch the color on this by the way, I swear.
Nor did I Photoshop the color on this. It is looking to the northwest. In fact every part of the sky BUT the east is doing its own sunrise light show.
A little later, I zoomed in a bit on the Jemez Mountains to the west…
… including Georgia’s Pedernal.
And finally the sun is beginning to make an appearance in the east. There it is just tipping over the top of Truchas Peaks. And STILL there is absolutely no coloring in that eastern sky.
And TAH DAH! Here it is at last… so lovely, silent and serene, and glorious in all its blue splendor. Who am I to cast expectations on what the eastern sky SHOULD do at sunrise… except to rise… and then set again in the evening, preferably in the west.
And here it is lighting my breakfast…
Wishing you love and light on this magnificent day.
Love to you all,