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Fire! September 28, 2010

Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature.
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We’re driving through the predawn darkness, velvety, thick, silent.  I’d like to catch a sunrise, and Susan would like to catch me doing so.

I have a spot in mind, up in Windsor where spruce forests crowd ankle deep around cool bogs and tall grasses wave from rolling fields, having overgrown and outlasted carpets of Spring wildflowers.

But we’re late.  I strain forward in my seat as if to beat the spinning of the Earth.  The blackness cupping our headlights loosens its hold and phantom spruce spires appear against a graying sky.

Damn! It’s a lot more overcast than I had hoped – high clouds are a plus when shooting sunrises, but these look to be a bit much.  I begin to doubt the wisdom of getting up at 4:30 and hope I’m not dragging Susan along on a fool’s errand.

We speed ahead as jagged silhouettes coalesce into twisted spruces and cat-tail bogs rendered in shades of Kansas gray.

And then, just as the trees part and a high meadow appears on our left, it happens – the monotone clouds turn pink, grow brighter, and burst into…

Fire!

Fabulous flames fan out from the furnace of the Sun as it rolls over the horizon, forcing itself into the crack between Heaven and Earth.

We careen to a jostling stop on the sloping shoulder and I fumble with my tripod and change my camera settings.  Why am I never quite ready when this happens???

I get the shot, but just barely.  In a minute the land is lit and the palette changes to oranges and purples and the grasses green up.  Not that that’s a bad thing, just different:

Too soon, with little fanfare, the show is over and it’s morning up in Windsor.  The spiky phantasms become spruces and birches and swamp maples cloaked in their fall finery, their feet lovingly tended to by the last wildflowers of summer:

Across the road a gently bowed meadow of green grasses gone to rust cradles a blanket of morning fog, and through a growing break in the clouds we’re given the gift of a gibbous moon:

We stand silently watching ’till we’re interrupted by rude grumblings from our stomachs.

It’s time to go find some breakfast.

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Comments»

1. clairz - September 28, 2010

Beautiful, beautifuler, beautifulest. I’m just making up words here, but what else could I possibly say?

2. Bob - September 28, 2010

Beautifulester!

3. Herm - September 28, 2010

c’est très magnifique

4. pagan sphinx - September 28, 2010

Beautiful, more beautiful and most beautiful. So far I don’t see the spell check lines. 😉

Good camera work my friend.

Happy birthday tomorrow. Sending great wishes and a hug.

Gina

My Ruby Tuesday Post

5. littlebangtheory - September 28, 2010

Thanksissimus, my friends! 🙂

And Gina, thanks for the wishes, and a hug back atcha. 😉

6. Paul in ABQ - September 29, 2010

Stunning. Thank you for allowing us to share in this beauty.

May you have a truly wonderful birthday today and the year ahead be rich in health, joy, and love.

7. littlebangtheory - September 29, 2010

Thank you, Paul.


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