Both sides of the dawn

(Writing assignment: Document your moment. )     

As I do most mornings, today I went out and rode some Charity Miles for The Michael J. Fox Foundation for Parkinsons Research and my Dad. I had planned on my normal 20-23 miles, but woke a few minutes late and had to end early to shuttle my son downtown. Alas, only 16 miles.

But some days it just isn’t about the miles.

Most days before I set out, I survey the skies and get a read on the wind. I’ll generally head into the wind for the outbound part of the ride to make the return leg a bit smoother. The other critical component to watching the skies falls into the “Chasing Light” part of my rides. I try to predict what the sky will look like in differnt potential locations and decide where to head based on the photographic possibilities. Lots of mornings, especially in the darker hours, it’s a crap-shoot.

This morning, as I crept downstairs to get ready, I could already see the building color in the earliest of morning light. A few minutes later, at the end of the lot, this (unedited):


I figured my closest, best chance for some good photos might be 4 miles away at the levee along Hayden Lake. Off I went, 15-16 mph, to try to get the best light. The dawn was building and maturing faster than I was making headway. I made it to the levee in time to get a few decent shots, though not of the caliber I had wanted.

IMG_20160504_052951233-01 I come to this spot fairly often. It offers some beautiful views (mostly without sight of the waterfront homes) as well as a special place for quiet solitude. Most mornings I have the half-mile expanse all to myself, with only the deer and geese present. There’s a little creek that leads west through the woods, and I’ll often hike along it a bit until the trees swallow me and I am surrounded by Nature.  A few more scenes captured with my trusty smartphone. With my shots completed, I traversed the small spillway and crossed over onto the tree-lines levee, eyes still scanning east looking for shots.But the light was rising, the clouds were less vivid, less dramatic and I knew I had again missed the apex of this dawn.    Then, I watched as a trio of geese lifted from their shoreline spot and flew noisily over my shoulder. I turned to watch them and saw this:


This spot had taught me lessons before, including the reminder to ‘look both ways’ when out and about in Nature. To remember that there are (at least) two sides to the dawn. To fully experience the beauty of the dawn is to be surrounded by it, engulfed in it.  Sometimes, within my solitude, I forget to ‘look both ways’.  In these tiny, intimate moments within the small hours of the day, I look west to the beautiful, good morning sky, to the day ahead, and to hours not yet revealed.

Conquer your day.



8 Responses to “Both sides of the dawn”

  1. rustyridergirl Says:

    Reblogged this on Jamie Lynn Morgan.

  2. DJ Orient Says:

    These incredibly beautiful photos reminded me of the lyrics to lee ann womack’s soulful song – I Hope You Dance

    I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
    Never settle for the path of least resistance
    I hope you dance
    I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
    May you never take one single breath for granted

    I know you don’t and won’t. Keep reminding us of the wonder in our lives. Beautiful.

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