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.
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every morning starts with its own unique light and possibilities.... below is a sampling of mornings this past week, April 1 to 7, 2024
Walking along the Bluffs, when the clouds enveloped the hillside, most of the view was obscured, hidden in the mists.
On a clear day, my eye is drawn to the array of islands, Mayne, Prevost, Saltspring, and the larger hills of southern Vancouver Island, and even the gorgeous Olympics beyond. Eagles often soar above and beneath us and the sound of sea lions ascends from the Pass.
But on this misty day, it was different. It offered a distinctive beauty only ‘visible' when the mist obscures those things that draw the eye on a clear day. It seems that its on misty days the shape of things is revealed. The lichens gleam bright on the darker fir limbs, the mosses almost glow.
It was in the fog and mist that I noticed the beauty of one tall snag: one I have seen frequently, but not til the mist obscured most everything else did I note its structure, its curves, its peculiar bare beauty.
Makes me wonder what other beauty I am missing when the sky is clear, and the days are bright.
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!
Every morning has its own unique colours, patterns, textures. I delight to take photos at each day's start.
This particular gallery is from February 18 to 27, and shows something of the range.
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.
When the clouds are hanging low, the trails in Bluffs Park take on a different and more mysterious look. The mossy beauty is awesome. This particular trail (Moss Trail) winds through a spectacular portion of open forest, and is a visual treat on a foggy day. Or any day!
The fog has enfolded us for several days. We can barely see across our bay, and certainly can't see any farther. At the same time, while our view is limited, there's a different kind of beauty even now— even here shrouded in the mists.
In the forests, the mosses practically glow in the diffused light, and the depth of the forest is more 'visible' as the trees fade into the mist. On the roads, the shapes of the bare trees are revealed — unique sculptures, each one. Spider webs are strings of tiny beads, as the moisture forms on each slender thread.
What is it you see when the fog enfolds?
