Dragging a comb through my morning tangled hair I lumbered sleepily to my closet to exchange PJ's for sweats, something to get me through the drive until I was back home and could shower at leisure.
Sweats on, I trudged into the kitchen and ground the coffee beans, added water to the pot and set it to brew.
I turned and glanced towards the windows looking out over the Columbia River and stood still, transfixed by the swirls of color from the beginning tendrils of the sunrise.
I bolted to my camera closet and grabbed up Chanda. I knew the magic light of the sunrise could disappear within seconds. My hands shook as I took the cover off Chanda's eye and I slipped through the back door out onto the terrace.
I shot, checked, changed Chanda's light settings, shot, checked, changed settings, shot, changed, shot, checked-- while the sun lifted itself up from the foot of Mt Hood and speared the sky with its yellow beams spinning the grey morning clouds into a brilliant lavender, orange, yellow, blue and red canvas of light.
It was magnificent...and I am sorry but I only managed to capture a humble bit of it to pocket away and share with you.

4 comments:
!!! I am speechless....
Wow.
Very moving, thankyou for sharing!
pretty!
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