Usually I set my alarm to go off an hour before sunrise. That gives me time to start a fire, make coffee, and then adventure outside to get photos of all of the colors that alight the land when the sun comes up. I can run back inside to warm my hands at the woodstove, then run outside again to take more pictures. It’s a challenge, because there is a palette of beauty in near 360 degrees, so I run all over trying to capture it all.
The past couple of days I’ve been quite sick, and I was going to just sleep in this morning, comfortable and warm inside a dreamy cocoon of blankets. But I woke a few minutes before sunrise, I didn’t even open the blinds, I just knew there was something beautiful happening outside and that I needed to be quick!
Overnight, a freeze laid over the land, frosty snow, the kind that clings tight to grasses and everything else. It glitters, impossibly, usually very tiny sparks but this time they were big! And this morning it was all pink! There is a lot of magic in this place I’ve found myself and it’s overwhelming so much of the time. I just watch it all, captivated and so inspired that it’s hard to move, which is strange in a lovely way. I try my best to take photos and write about it. I want to paint it, too. Very much so!
