It's the usual routine. Put the kettle on, push the two terriers outside for their early morning pee, look up and think 'what a sky'. Then start hunting for the mislaid camera before the moment, that moment, passes.
We make no apologies for showing dawn in all her finery, yet again, and silhouetting our favourite transformer box too. Amazing how the sky changes as the sun rises and the clouds, racing in on the wind change the whole dynamic of the light in so short a period of time.
Meanwhile the two terriers run around and bash into your legs, fighting, yapping and wanting their breakfast.
I bet Anselm Adams didn't have this problem.
