Come to the marsh to see how the rising sun paints the morning sky. Its palette is bolder than Van Gogh’s and softer than Monet’s.
I experience a period of frightening clarity in those moments when nature is so beautiful.
~ Vincent Van Gogh
Each morning’s painting is a revelation, presenting a selection of hues never seen together before and certainly never to be seen again. Not even the rocks can say they’ve seen it all before. Gray surrenders to blushes of coral and pink. Clouds only serve to enhance the effect.
Look with your eyes but see with your soul the uniqueness of dawn’s unveiling.
If the sun dawned in the marsh and there was nobody there to see it, would it not still be beautiful? Perhaps the herons would like to answer that question.
Surely the word ‘awesome’ should be reserved for such reflections of light on water. Perhaps those who overuse that word these days have never witnessed such a wonder.
No matter how many times I see the sun painting the morning sky and marsh water, my excitement doesn’t wane. Somehow, the sun never disappoints, and despite my expectations of spectacular color combinations, I am always marvelously surprised.
These landscapes of water and reflection have become an obsession.
~ Claude Monet
Text and photographs copyright Amy-Lynn Bell 2012