It’s been several (if not many) days since we’ve had a colourful sunrise. And many days since I could see clearly where the sun rose on the horizon. So today was a special treat, and a gloriously beautiful start. Though it has clouded over now, I’m going to linger with the beauty and wonder of the day’s beginnings.
I was up early, and out to the Point to enjoy the brilliant dawn colours. Katrina enjoyed sniffing the trails of the raccoons and deer that had visited overnight while I watched the shifting colours and the morning flights of gulls, geese, and ducks.
The rarity of an almost cloudless sunrise allowed me to identify just how far the sun has moved north. More light, more warmth. And it's most welcome!
Some glimpses of early morning at the Point ... so different every day, and always a delight (even if a little chilly...) Click a photo for a larger view.
Light and shadow, the shapes of the trees and the openness of the sea as it stretches across to the mainland— the otters have left crab shells and a few crab legs on the point. Perhaps I scared them when they were feasting on the morning catch. A heron squawks loudly as it launches and slowly wings across the bay. Its a lovely bright morning. No low cloud and sea fog obscuring the view today. At least not right now.
In addition to the freshness of the early morning, and the colours of the sunrise, the first light shows the contours of the ground most clearly. Later, the contours are still there, of course, but not quite as easy to see.
A good reminder for me to 'take stock' first thing, while the lay of the land is clear and well lit.
The mornings are always different, always changing, always beautiful... This is a sampling of my morning photos from Flagpole Point this past week shows something of the daily changes. Click on each photo to see it in larger format.
The view looking to the north from our Point this morning is much less gold and ‘way more pink than the view to the east. But both are awesome.
The reflection of the clouds colours on the smooth calm water, the patterns of the clouds, the quiet broken only with the sounds of eagles calling, seals and otters splashing— a fine beginning to the day.