The golden hour, this morning, was replaced by the red, smoky haze hour.
sunrise: big orange red
climbing in the sky
sunrise: the long view
Contributing to the sunrise, and the day, in general, the heavy scent of burning pine.
smoky haze at tree level
hidden: sun behind broken clouds and a smoky veil
The smoky haze is from the large wildfires burning in California, Oregon and Washington. It is expected to clear overnight with the passage of a cold front through the state.
A golden beginning.
the golden 45, at sunrise, begins
With the 2017 MLB season beginning, it is very appropriate to have challenging springtime weather. (The Rockies’ home opener is Friday, April 7.)
snow-covered: in the neighborhood (Tue, Apr 04 2017)
tree-bending snow: winter white (Tue, Apr 04 2017)
measuring the snow: 6+ inches (Tue, Apr 04 2017)
The snow ended in the late morning, followed by partial clearing in the early afternoon. With temperatures climbing into the mid-40s, the melt off began in earnest.
snow free feeder, nearly dry street (Tue, Apr 04 2017)
In the forecast, sunny and warmer (nearly 70) by Friday.
It is one of those things. You’re sitting at your desk, gazing out the window and watching birds fly back and forth. They are of all sizes, small and big. They range from sparrows to the large crows, who have begun to repopulate the region. (The crow population suffered horribly from the West Nile outbreak in 2003.) And, the robin population seems to be higher in numbers also.
robin: on sentinel watch (from Jun 2014)
Then, you see a large bird take flight, taking a direction which nearly goes overhead. You adjust your gaze at the large bird. Expecting to see a large crow, you are surprised by what you see. A bird with white head feathers and dark brown feathers on the body and wings. There is only one bird, or should I say raptor, fitting that description – a bald eagle. And, if there is one, there is another.
In this part of Colorado, an eagle, bald and golden, has not been seen for many, many years. The closest population is located at the Rocky Mountain Arsenal, now National Wildlife Refuge, east of Denver.
The camera, that was in the other room, still in the camera bag. Ready for tomorrow’s all day practice session.
If it’s an eagle, we’re on watch now. Our neighborhood is an ideal hunting ground for raptors with plump doves and rock pigeons, squirrels and the like. Several Cooper’s Hawks have been hunting here for the past few years.
There’s cat watch. Then, there’s bird watch.
A small flock of rock pigeons watching the neighborhood from the power line.
The golden sunrise belied the cold of the February morning.
It didn’t warm much that day. In matter of fact, the golden sunrise gave way to a day of snow a couple of hours later.
As the early morning light begins to gather on the horizon, the neighborhood has yet to wake. Very few homes are lit. Though our home is brightly lit and active, looking out the window, there is a certain solitude in the pre-dawn darkness. The certainty we carry with us is that it will be a good day, no matter what happens.