There is nothing so rare in winter here in Bonn as the sun. The other day I was gifted with a delicately tinted sky in the West, and to the East a rather fiery one. These are untouched, unenhanced photographs, taken within seconds of each other – just pure nature as she graciously presented herself when she awoke. Both marvelous and equally precious are the morning sun’s yin-yang selves, though my taste leans more towards the gentle silkiness of the Western sky. Which do you prefer?