I too love morning light, although evening light is my favorite. I love that golden hour right before sunset when everything is showered in a golden cast from the setting sun, especially in summer. Probably this has something to do with the fact that I don’t really see morning sun here at Chiot’s Run. The sun rises in the back of our house behind the tall old trees. We don’t really even see the sun until afternoon here. In winter however, when the trees don’t have any leaves we can enjoy some morning sun. Thus most of my photos of morning sun are in winter. I especially love capturing the morning sun on a cold clear morning.
Every now and then I’m lucky enough to be out and about early and I am able to watch the sun actually rise up over the horizon away from the tall trees that limit my view. It’s quite a site for sure.
When we’re on vacation we always try to make it a point to get up and enjoy the sunrise somewhere. Last October we traveled to Acadia National Park in Maine and got up in the wee hours to watch the sun rise over the ocean. It was quite lovely.
This morning’s light was particularly golden at Tanglewood. We’re in the midst of a terrible heat wave (as, I suspect, is much of the country) and I’ve been greeted by red-orange sun rises several days in a row.
Today’s most important goal for me (aside from catching the mink that has been terrorizing my poultry yard) was to “tail” the five pounds of gooseberries that Jeremy and I picked yesterday afternoon. If you’re not familiar with tailing, it entails (heh) cutting the blossom and stem ends off of each and every berry. It’s so boring!
The soft orange light this morning provided a sort of reminder that despite being boring, I was handling some of the most beautiful berries I’d ever held. The light bounced off of, and through, their translucent skins to make them almost glow.
What sort of sunlight takes your breath away? Sunrise? Sunset?