It’s not unusual for me to leave the house while it’s still dark,
chasing those first rays of sunlight breaking over the horizon. But this
time was different - I wasn’t waiting for a landscape or mountain view.
This time I was waiting for the sun to rise so I could capture
photos of flowers. I stood outside the Denver Botanic Garden, waiting for the sun to rise while the sky was almost black and the ground was untouched by light.
Just a few minutes later, the sun began pouring in, and everything
was transformed in an instant. Dark shadows softened, colorless shapes
came alive with muted tones, not the harsh brightness of day, but the
gentle colors of morning...
That short window when the sun is still low, casting a delicate rose tint that makes everything feel almost unreal.
It was a cloudy morning, too. When the sun’s rays slipped through
an opening in the clouds, they lit up only a small patch of the garden,
leaving the rest in shadow. Isn’t that a beautiful moment?
Walking around the pond, I noticed how even deep red blooms seemed
to glow under that fleeting morning light. For just a few minutes, the
rose-tinted shade made them even more stunning, before it all
disappeared and normal light took its place.
Well... it was a great morning to explore the colors of sunrise...
Many flowers were still jeweled with morning dew, sparkling as if
dressed up just for the sunrise. It felt like the perfect time to slow
down and seek out those tiny details.
By then, the sun had climbed high enough to break fully through the clouds, as it always does... but still stayed low enough to create this morning mood...
Some flowers remained in the shadows, looking softer, almost faded...
Others basked in the sudden light, soaking up every bit of warmth. What a contrast!
Simple, yes… but stunning all the same.
I want to thank Scott Dressel-Martin (click here to meet him) for making this morning in the
garden possible. Letting us in early, guiding us, sharing his
knowledge and experience. It was simply invaluable! Those quiet two
hours before the crowds arrived felt like a gift, a small miracle I
truly appreciated.
Just as I was leaving, I froze. A crocus? In September? I thought
crocuses bloomed in spring - March or April. But no, it was an Autumn
Crocus, something I’d never seen before. What a surprise! Isn’t it
wonderful when nature gives you something you least expect?
Thanks ChatGPT for polishing my story :)
Photos taken on September 13, 2025.
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