Above the Fog (Again)

There is nothing like a perch above the fog. In fact, today I was sandwiched between two cloud layers, which made for some interesting light for a brief moment.

Alone. The air dead-calm. Above the fog of modern loony-life, and below a stratus cap which obscured the awaiting heaven above. For a few floating minutes, I was in my own tranquil reality. Suspended between the extremes accompanied only by my breath and heartbeat.

Some images…

The show begins. The serrated edge of the First Flatiron is visible to the right, with forested Flagstaff Mountain to the center and left. The Boulder-Denver megaglopolis is out-of-sight and out-of-mind below the pacific sea of fog:

Sugarloaf Sunrise Fog, #1. From Sugarloaf Mountain, Colorado, 2015

Refinery vapor from east Denver punches up into my reality. Bear Peak and South Boulder peak profiles to the right:

Sugarloaf Sunrise Fog, #3. From Sugarloaf Mountain, Colorado, 2015

The sun climbs through the goalposts:

Sugarloaf Sunrise Fog, #4. From Sugarloaf Mountain, Colorado, 2015

As Sol hides behind the stratus layer, the colors go nuclear:

Sugarloaf Sunrise Fog, #5. From Sugarloaf Mountain, Colorado, 2015