About 6 years ago, after a brain aneurysm, I went though a sunrise/sunset phase (or more accurately, an "intensity of living" phase) wherein I literally "chased" the sun in it's glory. Perhaps I was merely celebrating life perhaps I was perceiving it differently, or larger perhaps both, and more.
Never the less, I'm still entranced by the magic of those moments and the intensity that nature can bring to bear on the fleeting moments we are privileged to experience in the process of living.
Much of my perception of existence is filtered through the lens of social and/or political meaning. That may be true of everyone...I'm unsure.
The purity of nature in the eye of a beholder--(and not beholden to any social or political inferences or implications)--is tantamount to a spiritual liberty that brings a smile to the very core of my being.
Very nice image Brett.