This is a popular place for photogs at dawn and dusk, and bird watchers at all hours: Sawhill and Walden Ponds. Even yesterday morning, before dawn, when my temperature gauge shimmered and shivered at zero degrees, there was already one other brave, bundled-up soul in the parking lot when I arrived. Go figure.
The blue pre-dawn light:
Then the subtle pink of the alpenglow:
Followed by the sun lighting up the Flatirons with a red-pink glow:
The distant warmth of a winter sun:
