It does, but looking northeast from the bottom of the canyon, the ridge to the west throws a shadow easterly as the light shrinks up and away, in this case, from under cloud clover. The color of the light varies from yellow to red and it all happens rather quickly and never quite the same. July 10, 2012.
‘There’s gold in them thar hills . . .’ I love it!
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So do we. Thanks, Peter.
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Gloaming is such a wonderful word. Enjoyed the photo. Make me think of Wyoming (in summer!)
janet
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Good — good place to be. Thanks 🙂
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It’s Janet. 🙂 No Peters here.
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It’s early, still editing.
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Some people can see poetry in the hardest of a working day. You obviously keep yours eyes and your heart open at the same time.
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Thank you. 🙂
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Lovely. Looks like a beautiful sunrise image.
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It does, but looking northeast from the bottom of the canyon, the ridge to the west throws a shadow easterly as the light shrinks up and away, in this case, from under cloud clover. The color of the light varies from yellow to red and it all happens rather quickly and never quite the same. July 10, 2012.
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One does not realize how quickly the earth rotates.
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…as shadows crawling up and and down slopes at dawn and sunset attest — yes, rather quickly. Thanks, Tim.
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Beautiful – both capture and text. “hurry into poetry”—love that!
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Quite literal for Robbin and I most evenings, most times of the year, discussing this, that and other things. Thanks, Tina.
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Beautiful capture!
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Thanks, Tiare. Welcome to the blog. Hope we can keep you on board for awhile.
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