Guest blog by Ray Shortridge
During the summer, it’s more comfortable to take my routine three to four mile hike along the river at dawn, when the air is still cool. Owen the wonder dog usually accompanies me. He’s more interested in checking out the bushes along the way than watching the sun rise over the Sandia Mountains and light up the Rio Grande River valley, however.
At first, the valley remains in shadow while the sun climbs the east slope of the mountains.
As the sun crests the Sandia, the atmosphere refracts the sunlight into the red and gold colors of the spectrum.
The water fowl along the river banks quack, honk, and screech as with the coming of the day.