Walking at dawn is far preferable to walking at dusk. At dawn, the day is still hushed and expectant; there are no snakes of which to beware. The quiet is broken only by the occasional leaf blower or frustrated early-morning conversation between spouses getting into the car ("It might help you feel better, but it's not helping me." I hope they both feel better soon.) Sometimes there's the cry of a nighthawk.
It's somewhat easier to photograph the morning. Now that we are at the tail end of the rainy season, there are some lovely clouds.
Sometimes, there's even a rainbow.
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