This is about a third of the pictures I took yesterday morning. I tried to edit ruthlessly but there were so many subtle differences moment to moment . . .
the pinpricks of light in the dark valley . . .
the rose glow spreading across the sky . . .
and the drama
as the heavy clouds overhead are illuminated.
That fades quickly . . .
and the mists begin to rise . . .
and the clouds become a pastel parfait--
layer on layer of soft color.
Then the gold appears, heralding the main event . . .
imagine the trumpets blaring,
cymbals crashing . . .
maybe angels shouting . . .
just for a brief moment, then the clouds hide the sun . . .
and all is serene once more.
5 comments:
You are in a wonderful spot.
And all that first thing in the day! Amazing. I'm glad when the clouds lift usually (or fog, it's like living in clouds) or maybe I see a peak of blue sometimes. Dawn isn't exciting here...I don't have an east facing window. Loved the commentary to go with your dawn.
We saw the same sight. I was amazed at how much it changed from minute to minute. Was in the car and didn't take any pictures, Yours are beautiful and really captured the glorious event.
If I lived in your house, I would never get anything done. I'd be looking out at that view all the time!
Such nice moments to catch.
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