I don’t know why this golden-orange cast of sunrise on trees makes me think of a Grimm Brothers fairy tale. When I walked outside my front door this morning, the gilded bark was the first thing I noticed, and “Grimm Brothers” was my first thought. Maybe I had an illustrated edition once long ago with color plates similar to this.
There’s also a painting not far from my office in the Grohmann Museum that has this same eerie morning light. Every time I walk past, I get this strange sense of déjà vu that I’m glancing at a book of fairy tales from my childhood. Do you ever get odd flashes of memory like that?
Sawmill in the Morning, 1845″ (Countesss Xaveria Amalia Franziska Pocci, in the Grohmann Museum collection)
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Katherine Wikoff 
I’m not usually up and about to take pics of early morning light nowadays, but I feel the same deja vu for dust light. It is so magical especially that effervescent line of red or gold on the horizon as the sun sets. I have been drawn to the light as they say for years. Glad to have a kindred spirit.
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Absolutely! (Glad to have a kindred spirit)
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Reminds me of my vision of Hansel and Grettel’s house!! 😉
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Oh yeah, there’s definitely a European “feel” that those stories seemed to have. As a little kid I didn’t know Europe from Indiana, but reading these stories, I developed an “idea” of Europe that involved cottages in clearings deep in dark forests populated by wolves. And not noble Gray Wolves but dangerous, hungry European wolves 😄
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I love the picture of the morning light in the trees. The painting looks like an example of the Romantic era.
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Oh yes, I can see that Romantic character now that you mention it!
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