Well, the dawn sky this morning was certainly red…and pink and magenta and orange and violet and lavender and—well, colors and hues they haven't yet gotten around to giving a name. Moreover, the whole kaleidoscopic sky-swirl of shades changed every instant, a constant process, evolving, metamorphosing, so that any photo was already outdated before the completion of the shutter's wink.
Some moments simply can never be captured—not with digital images or carefully-chosen words. The beauty of nature is regularly too powerful for such paltry human restrictions. The world's greatest painters, with their finest brushes and oils, will forever lack the talent to render even a mediocre sunrise onto a canvas.
Which doesn't keep any of us from trying, and shouldn't, in spite of it being an unachievable goal. So here's a shot of this morning's sky, a mere blink of a moment, as seen looking east from the front yard. I know it's inadequate…and I'm glad. For some things, you really need to be there.