I awoke before sunrise on this summer morning, motivated to find a new perspective of the San Juan Mountains. I decided to drive up a back road I had heard about before, keeping an eye on locations where the compositions would accentuate the light hitting Wilson Peak at sunrise. I was drawn to the weathered fences along the road, symbols of an aged history of old Western culture among the growing pastures.
As I stood behind the split rail fence in the foreground, I found that its rough lines echoed the ridgelines in the distance, leading toward the majestic mountains. I waited as Wilson Peak caught the first fire of the sun and the meadows below slowly began to wake in glowing layers. The image perfectly encapsulates my feelings of awe when I have the privilege of venturing out during golden hour in this truly special landscape.
