Hang in there

There are some days where everything seemingly goes to plan or everywhere you turn you get ‘another’ shot that you’re happy with. It certainly felt this way when we went over to see my mother. It was the most miserable of wet foggy January days which I had suspected would not yield any decent opportunities for a single shot. How wrong was I?!

If the week has been a challenge, a mountain to climb or a dark valley to seemingly crawl through, the nights long with little hope of dawn ever coming to ease the pain of endless worry or grief, but, hope does come, the first faintest glimmer does arrive.

As photographers we know that the blue hour proceeds the first rays of morning sunlight which will gradually creep up and once again light up a world of beauty ( of pain and horrific tragedies too I know) to become that most glorious of hours, the golden hour, where the light is so warm and perfect that you want it to last all day.

The golden hour does pass and the day will have its trials and it’s successes. Life’s journey can be tough, but have we a comfort that we can lean on, trust in and know that there is hope? By hanging in and trusting you know that black becomes blue and that blue becomes glorious.

Thanks for stopping

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