In winter my morning policy is not to arise until the sun is in my house, but I was forced to do otherwise when this was the first sight of the day.
Knowing how quickly such skies change and fade, I leapt up, threw on a thick dressing gown, stepped into my oversize fake ugg-boot slippers and raced outside with the camera.
This sunrise was as boldly beautiful as I’ve seen in ages. Zooming the camera closer, the texture and colour of its serried centre reminded me of a slab of our Australian Red Cedar timber at its glorious best.
Within seconds sungold was introduced to the palette and the vibrant orange and vermilion tones were softening a little into prettiness.
Seconds later and the glory was all lost, washed flat by grey daylight.