Sometimes, as I’m dragging myself out of a warm bed, I wonder if it’s worth the effort. You know, the effort of getting up before the sun does. All in the hope of something special happening.
November and December usually bring a fair sampling of stormy days. Often that manifests itself as thick grey cloud and oppressive light. That’s what you get living on a part of the globe where the jet stream typically rips by to the north during summer and to the south during winter. Yet it is that very same changeable and vibrant weather that helps me get up and out when any sane man would stay in bed.
On this particular day the weather forecast was for storms arriving from the west about mid-morning. That’s good news as a storm front crashing into a sunrise can create some amazing skies. Stepping outside any eagerness that I had was drained away as it became evident that the bad weather was ahead of schedule and not so much stormy as blanket rain.
As I was already up I headed out anyway. Grey, grey, grey; everywhere was grey. However, at sunrise there was a sliver of hope, thanks to a small gap appearing between encroaching clouds and the surrounding hills. I set my camera up in anticipation and waited. For no more than a couple of minutes I was graced with an amazing light show as a bright orange orb clawed its way heavenward; only to be swallowed whole by hungry, malevolent clouds. With the solar fire now snuffed out it was back to grey, grey, grey. And that’s how it stayed for the remainder of the day.