As the light grew this morning, it seemed as though the entire world was an Ansel Adams' photo. A greyscale world of half-tones. Even the iceberg replaced its blue-white glow with a dark grey, looking for all the world like a gigantic shark's fin rising from the gun metal blue grey of the Bay.
It is a subtler beauty, tonal, cold, but dazzling in its own right. Now that the sun has rising higher into the sky it is gone. There is still a lot of grey, but now there is blue and gold, and the iceberg has begun to glow once again.
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Any pictures???
I didn’t try. I was watching the light grow, and to be honest didn’t think I could capture it. It didn’t take long before it all changed.
Sorry.