How sweet the morning air is!
See how that one little cloud floats like a pink feather from some gigantic flamingo.
How small we feel with our petty ambitions and strivings in the
presence of the great elemental forces of nature.
– Arthur Conan Doyle
I’ll tell you how the sun rose,
A ribbon at a time.
The steeples swam in amethyst,
The news like squirrels ran.
The hills untied their bonnets,
The bobolinks begun.
Then I said softly to myself,
That must have been the sun …
– Emily Dickinson
We can only appreciate the miracle of a sunrise if we have waited in the darkness.
There’s a sunrise and a sunset every single day, and they’re absolutely free.
Don’t miss so many of them.
– Jo Walton
Dawn is the time when nothing breathes, the hour of silence.
Everything is transfixed, only the light moves.
– Leonora Carrington
Dawn – the marginal minute of the dark when the grove is still mute, save for one prophetic bird
who sings with a clear-voiced conviction that he at least knows the correct time of day,
the rest preserving silence as if equally convinced that he is mistaken.
– Thomas Hardy, Tess of the d’Urbervilles
Dawn was breaking over the horizon, shell pink and faintly gold…
– J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
Untold: The Stories Behind the Photographs published by Phaidon Press, will be available in September, 2013
It will include many items of ephemera never seen or published.