So typical of me. A rare early morning, out-and-about with a definite mission in mind. Driving country roads seeking a prime viewing and photo shooting location. A spot free of roof tops, phone and electric wires and hopefully with mountains in the background. In search of a sunrise featuring a ball of flames enhanced and rendered naked eye view-able by lingering smoke from forest fires east of me. A half hour after the scheduled sunrise time, in total frustration I give up, convinced that the sun is not going to appear until the heavy morning haze burns off. I'm one left turn away from home when I take a final glance in the rear view mirror .... AND THERE IT IS!! A beautiful awe-inspiring bright red-orange. By the time I can turn around and find a clear unobstructed view, it's too damn late. It's risen too high in the sky and lost much of its red-orange majestic brilliance and is too bright to gaze at or to point an expensive camera lens at.
Like the title of the classic Jackson Browne song .... I'm once again "Late For The Sky." It seems to be my specialty with the camera, being tardy. It's one of those things where you're granted five minutes or less of pure beauty, then it fades away!
A modest person would have been embarrassed and blushed by the words coming out of my sudden foul mouth.
Mission not accomplished! But with bottomless hope and anticipation I'll reset my alarm clock and attempt to catch the next one.
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