I recently resolved to be receptive to the positives of my grueling commute. Excuse my excessive puns, but the most glaring of these bright sides has been the literal one.
Being out and about at 6 a.m., I get to see some gorgeous sunrises that I would not experience otherwise.
Keeping my mind and eyes open, I’m able to see beauty where I didn’t before; in power lines, in puddles, in the crack of dawn (as I am not, and may not ever truly be, a morning person).
Unfortunately, though, toting around my camera at sunrise has revealed the true extent of my obsession with lens flare (well, no wonder I love the most recent Star Trek movie so much. Mr. Abrams, I know your soul). Say what you will… I can’t get enough.
But anyway, I see why they call it the golden hour. It’s almost difficult not to take a good photo. The quality of the light is so crisp, and on a cloudless day (if you can catch such a thing in Oregon, as I somehow did this once) the sky is the kind of sharp blue that defies description. Not to toot my own horn but I’m really fond of this shot (totally unedited):
(Hmm. Incidentally, a Lord of the Rings name is starting to sound attractive. We shall see.)