August 16, 2021

Borne on gentle onshore breezes, clouds fan out westerly across the horizon, filtering the rising sun’s light into an array of warm and cool hues of gray, highlighted with orange and blue.
I “bottle” these dawn experiences as photos so that they may be revisited when spirits need lifting. 

Given the narrowest of a window, the sun shone through at dawn today. Minutes later, no evidence of the sun was available as clouds met with the horizon.
Take advantage of the opportunities available without hesitation as they may disappear while pondering is being done. As is often said, “think long, think wrong”.

Ahead of a rainy morning, a brief glimpse of a bleary-eyed sun was available as the competition with the clouds was soon decided. Standing at the edge of the shore watching dolphins playing with their food as they porpoised out of the ocean. Two intrepid juveniles came in as far as the tip of the jetty at Seaside Place (Sea Girt) before returning to the adults a hundred yards away. 

Remnants of tropical storms blanketed the skies in clouds, with randomly placed openings, like divots, where blue sky could be viewed. Today, dawn did not present a clear view of the sun, even briefly, for the first hour after sunrise. However, its presence was still felt as it illuminated the clouds in shades of gray over a wind-swept Atlantic. 

As Henri barrels up the Gulf Stream from the south, the surf is pounding the beaches as dawn arrives today. However, an impressive sunrise preceded the dangerous weather this morning. Stay safe tomorrow and Monday, all my coastal and New Englander friends! 

As the remnants of Henri pass over with continued rain, a brief window opened at dawn to allow the sunrise to be captured.

Without clouds with which to interact, sunrise was pure and punctual today. Henri’s wake pulled away the cloud cover and left us with nearly unblemished skies.

Some scorching days come in hot. Today’s sunrise arrived like a burning disk on the horizon, over a settling ocean. With surface temperatures creeping into the mid-seventies, the sea life came alive. Acres of false albacore popped up as far as the horizon, while recreational anglers chased them in their boats like a game of whack-a-mole.

With the air like a heated vaporizer, the sun struggled to push through the haze.

Where the sky meets the ocean, sunrise meekly arrived, and I wondered what kind of day comes in with a half a sun…

Straining to burn through a cloud-smeared sky at the horizon, sunrise had the weary appearance usually seen on mid-winter dawns. At least the sun was somewhat visible at daybreak for the first time in a few days.