The Sun kisses the horizon, and then quickly departs that embrace to climb the sky. Shadows shorten, golden light fades, morning arrives. In that brief instant between dawn and day, when the waking land is parched for light, it drinks its fill of scarlet and gold, so much so that it begins to glow, briefly, like a second sun is about to rise from its bosom. It is too cold and too early yet for the trickles of snowmelt that will patiently reshape the landscape, too early for the rush of humanity that will eagerly erode the trails, too early for all but the stillness of dawn... Photographed March 2022.
The yellows, golds, and ambers of aspen
A perfect rake moved across the sand, though the hand that held it was less than steady... Then came the birds, the snake, and all those whose passage would mark the surface. As morning came and the first rays of the rising Sun shone on this tableau, even the imperfections were made perfect. Photographed August 2021.
