Daybreak and Nightfall

Beautiful words; beautiful times of day...

 

Pink Blue Ridge

Yesterday morning's snow was quickly gone -- here at least. On the distant (and much higher) Blue Ridge, the snow stayed . . . 

When they are snow-covered, rising above darker mountains, the peaks of the Blue Ridge make me think of pictures of the Himalayas.

A bit of an exaggeration, I know.

At sunset, the ridge goes pink, as do the clouds above it -- reflecting the sunset we can't see,

An Almost Sunset

I so rarely see the western sky -- the mountain behind our house blocks most of it-- but I caught this one when I was in Asheville on Wednesday to meet with my class. 

It was even pretty reflected in my car window.

The golden light caressed a brick wall . . .

As you can see, it's a ways from sunset. . . but it was time for my class.