Pink and Golden Mornings

Each morning the day lies like a fresh shirt on our bed; this incomparably fine, incomparably tightly woven tissue of pure prediction fits us perfectly. The happiness of the next twenty-four hours depends on our ability, on waking, to pick it up. ~ Walter Benjamin ~

I have missed the winter sunrises and sunsets more than anything. During the warmer months of spring and summer, I am usually asleep when these colorful salutations occur. But in the winter, my day is already underway when the morning sun breaks the horizon.

My morning walk with Sedona was lit by moonlight. The moon is almost full. I watched our shadows move together on the sidewalk. The same light that lit our way, turned the trees into black creatures. We didn't venture into the woods as we usually do. There were too many shadows in there and my imagination was running wild.

On the way to work, I watched the sky turn a pale orange. I looked for a good place to pull over so I could take a few photos. The orange soon became pink. I decided to alter my route and stop by the Chena River. A light mist was coming off of the water and it added to the peaceful scene.

Later, as I rode the shuttle bus from the parking lot to my office building, the skies became a blinding orange-yellow as the sun finally cleared the horizon. I couldn't find it in my heart to go to my office. Instead I took off on foot toward an overlook, where I watched the sun move upward in the sky. There is so much spendor in a sunrise!

What an incredible way to welcome another day...

The sun begins to rise over the Chena River:


Taken from University of Alaska Fairbanks (UAF):