… the sun slips below the horizon and for a few minutes before it does, the light passing through the atmosphere is filtered and only the red part of the spectrum arrives on the rocks and for those few minutes they become increasingly shifted into the warmer colors which make them appear to glow. I took this shot on my way back to the Sedona Airport on January 3 at 5:18PM just a few minutes before sunset … I had already captured a series of photographs of the lenticular cap cloud and the moon over the San Francisco Peaks and was completing my sled ride back to Sedona (engine off … no lift) … about 7,000’ and on a 45 degree for entry into a downwind for landing rwy 3 at Sedona. I was approaching Brins Mesa and on the left is Wilson Mountain … Oak Creek Canyon can be seen either side of it. At the top of the image on the horizon line is part of Mormon Mountain and the light coming down from the left to right illuminates part of Munds Canyon which joins with Oak Creek canyon behind Wilson.
Anyhow, I love the lighting and the snow and was exhilarated by the incredible flight I was just completing. I take this shot frequently when I am returning to Sedona, but this is one of the nicest ones … the snow helped … soon after I pass this point the focus is on planning and executing the landing which in a glider requires a lot of concentration … nothing in the world sweeter than this!
Another neat day … finished the trim on the portions of the house I have painted (about 2/3rds ) … relaxed a bit and a trip into town for some shopping … the ISO 100 group got together tonight … great company, food and photographs … leftovers stay here :+)
Into the weekend and hope you enjoy it … smile when you wake … good chance you will be able to count on another beautiful day on planet Earth …
Thou. Great God, uphold me also in the lonely hour; and though I fall in the din and the dust of the world, resurrect Thou me.
Even to the last, turn my hands to kindly service, and part my lips in gleeful songs of love.
And in the softly falling dark, when all grows strangely still,
May I be glad to have trod the sweet green earth, and know the tender touch of love.
Yet may I depart with joy, as one who journeys home at evening.