A fresh peach of a dawn this morning. The contrails in the first photo have a clear southeast track to them which is not unexpected as there’s lots of civilisation to the distant southeast of Sussex and relatively little in other distant directions.
Dawn light always feels very different to sunset light. I use the word feel deliberately, because the actual light and colour differences are often subtle. Even if they look similar our normal sleep patterns and lifestyles, combined with the temperature differences mean that we rarely look at a sunset and dawn with similar sensations. If we are in a familiar place we know where to expect morning or evening light, but even mid-Atlantic robbed of lots of other stimuli they feel massively different, one heralding an end to cold and the other respite from sweltering.
But do they actually look different? Yes. The familiar pinks, oranges…
