I don’t want to move, to speak, or even to breathe—so fearful am I of altering the dawn dreamscape before my eyes. Burnt amber hues saturate the sky’s canvas. Then magenta appears, along with powder-puff blue. Finally a roiling dusky orange steals in from above and below, threatening to engulf the heavens in flames. We point our cameras skyward while the marshes at our feet reflect this celestial palette here on earth.
A pair of ducks float in a Kodachrome marsh. |
Where are we? Bosque del Apache National Wildlife Refuge in San Antonio, New Mexico. Tim and I have journeyed south to see the Sandhill Cranes and Snow Geese which congregate here in winter. Flocks of cranes soar overhead, their prehistoric cries lingering in the air. Clouds of geese rise as one from their nighttime watery roosts, the whirring of wings mimicking the roar of a jetliner powering up for take-off.
Top: Snow geese awaken after a good night's sleep. Middle: The geese lift off as a single organism. Bottom: The flock fans out overhead. |
The birding is rewarding but the display of color and light at dusk and dawn is astonishing.
No, your eyes don't deceive you. We witnessed sunrises and sunsets like these every day. |
Sandhill Cranes at Sunrise. |
Regular readers of this blog know I’m drawn to the natural world and I’ve gaped and gawked at many a stirring scene. But this time was different. For three days in January of 2000 Tim and I experienced sunrises and sunsets so reverent that at one point I turned to Tim and whispered: “I can’t believe I’m alive to see this.”
By the dawn's early light. |
Silhouetted Sandhills at Sunset. |
I’ve not returned to Bosque del Apache and I can’t help but wonder whether or not the birds are still abundant, the sunrises and sunsets still ablaze.
Readers, have you experienced a jaw-dropping sunrise or sunset? Where was it?
Birding and sky-gazing are not the only activities at Bosque del Apache. This hiking trail gives visitors a taste of southern New Mexico's desert. |