Twilight to Sunrise Time Lapse Video. 6:20 am to 7:20 am. 60 minutes in 26 seconds. 36° F. November 30, 2025. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT. More pictures from this morning’s walk here.
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Saturday Morning…
Perhaps the desire to take photographs arises from the observation that on the broadest view, from the standpoint of reason, the world is a great disappointment. In its details, however, and caught by surprise, the world always has a stunning clarity.
— Jean Baudrillard, The Transparency of Evil: Essays on Extreme Phenomena (Radical Thinkers). Translated by James Benedict (Verso, June 9, 2009)
Notes:
- Beth, thank you for the quote via Alive on All Channels
- DK Photo at 7:09 am at Cove Island Park this morning. More shots from this morning’s glorious sunrise here.
Saturday morning…
Wait for It! Twilight to Sunrise Timelapse Video. 120 minutes in 27 seconds. 4:15 to 6:15 a.m. 71° F. July 12, 2025. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT. More photos from this morning’s walk here.
Saturday Morning
The trick of life, as I see it now, is to make what’s around you beautiful. It’ll grow from there. Took me a long time to see that. I sat.
— Kate Fagan, The Three Lives of Cate Kay (Atria Books, January 7, 2025)
The Cove Island Park attendant (?) periodically sets off 1 or 2 fireworks in the early twilight hours for the handful of insomniacs and early risers (or for himself). After 1,866 consecutive (almost) days of snapping shots on my morning walks, I was finally able to catch one in flight. More shots from this mornings walk here.
Walking. The life that won’t let go.
The sun rises at 5:21 a.m, the earliest day/time of the year. I set my internal clock (each morning) 90 minutes ahead of Sunrise to catch twilight, that’s 3:45 a.m. Groan.
It’s been 1,865 consecutive (almost) days, and counting, on this morning walk at Cove Island Park. Like in a row.
One could say, same-old same-old track, ‘How about a change?’ A new track? Mix it up a little?
Yet, I’m grooved in this track, akin to deliberately steering within deep ruts of a muddy country road to keep forward momentum. Ocean Vuong: “It seemed the light wouldn’t change for a while. When he was younger Hai had wanted a bigger life. Instead he got the life that won’t let him go.“
There are days (among the 1,865 consecutive days) when you get out of the car, and tell yourself: “Self, there ain’t nothing here, you’re tired, snap a shot to prove you were here, drive back home and snuggle up to Wally.”
That day wasn’t today.
Park is empty. Birds have awakened. I pick up the pace, heartbeat quickening. I arrive at the shoreline at look out.
65° F, gentle breaths of wind from the north. A strip of golden light paints the horizon. Luna pops her head in and out between gaps in heavy cloud cover, splashing golden light on the ocean surface.
I could feel it today.
The Cove won’t let me go.
“How you can fall in love with the light.”
Ellen Meloy: Of all the things I wondered about on this land, I wondered the hardest about the seduction of certain geographies that feel like home — not by story or blood but merely by their forms and colors. How our perceptions are our only internal map of the world, how there are places that claim you and places that warn you away. How you can fall in love with the light.
DK Photo @ 4:09 am. June 13, 2025. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT. More photos from this morning’s walk here. A magnificent morning.