Oh, how I love to be on top of Sugarloaf Mountain at dawn just as a storm is rolling out. Sometimes you strike out in a white out. Oh, well.
But sometimes your pluck gives you luck.
This morning it was all about light…and color…and clouds. For me, if there are no clouds, the landscape–which includes the grand skyscape, of course–is much, much less interesting.
I definitely have my head in the clouds.
From this morning:
The sun breaks the horizon–but only for a few short minutes before it disappears into the cloud bands. Sometimes the “golden hour” is pretty damn short and you have to move fast…
A close-up, with Green Mountain just visible on the right…
A beam of gold light fell nicely over Twin Sisters, up in Rocky Mountain National Park. That’s Estes Cone to the left…
The tall buildings of Denver are just peaking out of the mist and from behind South Boulder Peak…
A most excellent cloud, mist, and shadow show, high over Boulder…
