This is a continuation of my pandemic distraction of taking sunrise photos
on almost every day one is visible.
Each set of images is preceded by a personally written haiku
describing how I felt on the day they were taken.
Day 672 - 761 (Jan-Mar)
The shades of morning
Painted with her gentle brush
Our planet, her canvas
Her beauty boundless
Her strength and power unmatched
Her presence revealed
An absense of warmth
Couldn't keep me from my task
To capture her glow
Imperceptable
Until you increase the speed
And add some music
Art in my photos
Is brought to you by the sun
As seen through my eyes
Buds are on the trees
Sunspots dot the sun's surface
Craters mark the moon
In ten seconds time
She revealed herself to me
On Mt. Wachusett
The sound of color
Filled the pre-dawn sky palette
With hues of orange
The start of my day
Begins with the rising sun
Pure satisfaction
The passage of time
Imperceptible to some
Cherished by others
I can’t live without
The things I have passion for
Even for a day
My morning mistriss
Rose from a pillow of fog
And lit up my day
Snow is receding
Leaves and grass peeking through
Break out the flip-flops
I dance with the sun
Unbounded by life‘s constraints
Embraced by her glow
Strong winds and snow fog
Whipped through the morning landscape
New perspectives found
The fire in my heart
Burns like the flames on the sun
Day in and day out
A dense valley fog
And a blanket of fresh snow
Results in magic
The woods were angry
As winds blew their limbs about
Sending birds hiding
My soul has grown deep
Thanks to this journey I'm on
One day at a time
A winter's shadow
Is as long as it is cold
Wanting for summer
Drove north of Goshen
For a change in perspective
I love my backyard
Blue skies and flurries
Below freezing with a breeze
Perfect for sunrise
Time, after it’s gone
Is a commodity lost
Never to return
A pillar of light
A beacon of hope for some
A moment for me
Thoughts of a warm spring
Have been vanquished from my thoughts
Damn it's cold outside
The river it flowed
Around the Seven Sisters
Pioneer Valley
Footsteps in the snow
Temporary marks in time
Soon, they will be gone
Colors were sprinkled
On the cloudy pre-dawn skies
Thinking of Ukraine
A muted sunrise
On this special 'Twosday' morn’
A new day begins
Daylight grows longer
As spring begins to take hold
Yearning for the sun
Winter winds were calm
On this single digit morn'
Snow covered beauty
Winter cold returns
Igniting fires to warm us
Snow squalls on the way
Winds from the Southwest
Tried to knock me off my perch
Yet, I persisted
Waiting for summer
Wanting for the sunshine's warmth
Wishing it sooner
Fields covered in gold
And frosted by winters kiss
A moment in time
Raced to the tower
It was an Olympic sprint
Moon over Greylock
For Valentine's Day
Give the gift of your sunshine
To the one you love
"But it's just the sun"
"Anyone can capture it"
Hmmmm, keep thinking that
Spring is in the air
Where the Pioneer valley
Meets the Holyoke Range
Down to the valley
Below a sky filled with clouds
My morning complete
Don't take for granted
The beauty that surrounds us
Embrace it. Love it.
My life is enriched
By the company of friends
And memories made
Art (noun) is the expression or application of human creative skill and imagination, typically in a visual form such as painting or sculpture, producing works to be appreciated primarily for their beauty or emotional power.
Below, I give you a view of the morning sunrise as viewed through the lens of my imagination.
Original image on the left. Re-imagined image on the right.
Majestic old tees
Bowed under the weight of ice
Glistening in light
A fine line exists
Nestled between day and night
Measured in minutes
The edge of darkness
Is colored by the sunrise
With an orange glow
Leaves from small beech trees
Shivering in the brisk wind
Trying to hang on
Morning bitterness
From frigid temperatures
Melted once she rose
At a loss for words
Every day is something new
Venus in the house
One image alone
A solitary moment
Revealed her splendor
Visible sunspots
Dotted her fiery surface
A sunrise bonus
Devoid of color
Amplified by frigid temps
Nine below zero
Frozen trees creaking
Fingers and toes numb from cold
Ignored at sunrise
Our path to heaven
Lit by tiny ice crystals
A pillar of hope
Her vivid colors
Exploding over the hills
A new day begins
The sun is round, right?
At least that's what I was taught.
Sorcery perhaps?
Distorted by air
Uneven in appearence
Ever beautiful
Light snow was falling
Removing color from view
Her beauty revealed
Arctic winds blew cold
Making me lower my head
To bury my face
Went down to the beach
To capture today's sunrise
And froze my ass off
Silent flurries swirled
Cold winds scattered them about
Obscuring the sun
Spring comes in ten weeks
I know it's hard to believe
When it's this cold out
A galloping horse
Chased the sun across the sky
Trying to stay warm
On this frigid morn'
And first sunrise of the year
Hope springs eternal