June 10, 2020

Day 1 of the 10 days of the 5:17 sunrise — the earliest sunrise time of the year.

It looked as though it was going to be an overcast sunrise, with, at best, some bumpily textured clouds — a Type #2 sunrise. But as I reached my vantage point — 0.7 miles into my run — I saw I had "The Broiler" — Type #7!

I don't think I've ever reached my vantage point in time for one of these broilers. They tend to disappear by the sunrise time, so I catch them from my car window or the parking lot, or I make a quick stop and see them at my secondary vantage point. But today, I didn't know it was happening, because the sun is positioned so far north right now that I don't get an advance look as I'm doing the run. And then I caught the view at 5:16:

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I presume it was broiling even more hotly a minute or 2 or 3 before that point, because it was fading fast. Here's how it looked a minute later, at 5:17, the "actual" sunrise time:

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And one minute after that, at 5:18, it had calmed down into this:

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A minute later it had descended into the Type #2 format that was all I had expected. The lesson is: If you want to catch The Broiler, get to your vantage point 5 minutes before the actual sunrise — even if it's the earliest sunrise of the year.

18 comments:

rhhardin said...

It's the sun hitting the bottom of the clouds when it's below your horizon but not the clouds' horizon; and there's a cloud-free path from the sun to the bottom of the clouds you see. So it's a well placed cloud layer edge as well.

MadisonMan said...

Awesome shots. I slept through it today.

Mark O said...

Extraordinary photos, Ann. Thank you.

madAsHell said...

Maybe next year, we can study sine waves.

exiledonmainstreet, green-eyed devil said...

I have been watching the Georgia primary results with some interest.

It is truly asinine that the votes haven't been completely counted yet. Elections were handled with much more competence back in the low tech days, but of course Dems want this shitshow so they can blame in-person voting and Republican "suppression" of votes.

The results so far: With 61 percent of the vote in, Biden 532,929, Sanders 67,266

With 66 percent of the vote in, Trump 678,019

It look me a little while to find the Trump votes. News sites are leaving his vote totals blank, reporting only that he is uncontested in the GOP primaries. I can see why they might not be eager to share that information with him.

People stood in the hot sun to vote for an uncontested incumbent that the polls are telling us is super unpopular. In 2016, they were telling us Georgia would turn blue. It doesn't look that way, does it?


lb said...

Amazing love it

AllenS said...

Cool temp with a strong northwest breeze and cloudy sky. There was no visible sun rising this morning in west central Wisconsin, where Trump lawn signs and Trump flags are everywhere.

AllenS said...

Add a light drizzle.

Anne in Rockwall, TX said...

Those are beautiful. Thank you for letting me enjoy the return of reds to my vision!

Howard said...

These pictures say it all. it's a sign that God is very excited and happy about what is going on in America and the world right now

Ann Althouse said...

@Annie C.

Glad to hear your eyesight is coming back!

Inga said...

Today’s striking sunrise, the deep hues of red and blue/gray, with red reflecting off the dark clouds, a new favorite for me.

Kai Akker said...

Smoke on the water
A fire in the sky

Howard said...

These words as sung by Seal come close. Bravo, Maestro.

There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea
You became the light on the dark side of me
Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill
But did you know that when it snows
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen?
Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey
Ooh, the more I get of you, the stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom
A light hits the gloom on the grey
There is so much a man can tell you, so much he can say
You remain my power, my pleasure, my pain
Baby, to me, you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny
Won't you tell me, is that healthy, baby?
But did you know that when it snows
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen?
Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey
Ooh, the more I get of you, the stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom
A light hits the gloom on the grey
I've been kissed by a rose on the grey
I've been kissed by a rose on the grey
And if I should fall, will it all go away?
I've been kissed by a rose on the grey
There is so much a man can tell you, so much he can say
You remain my power, my pleasure, my pain
To me, you're like a growing, addiction that I can't deny
Won't you tell me, is that healthy, baby?
But did you know that when it snows
My eyes become large, and the light that you shine can be seen?
Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey
Ooh, the more I get of you, the stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom
A light hits the gloom on the grey
Yes I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey
Ooh, the more I get of you stranger it feels, yeah
And now that your rose is in bloom
A light hits the gloom on the grey
Now that your rose is in bloom
A light hits the gloom on the grey

Drago said...

How will these photos help George Floyd?

How do these photis serve the revolution?

Dont these photos reflect irredeemable and decadent bourgeois values?

I fear the Ministry Of Culture apparatchiks who will be responsible for reviewing and approving all future cultural submissions will be greatly displeased.

I suspect a struggle session in a far off agricultural collective might be in Althouse's future.

cacimbo said...

Beautiful.Always enjoy your photographs.

BudBrown said...

Fectacular

Howard said...

Poor Drago... he doesn't have Chuck to kick around anymore.