Sleepers Awake
Sunrise for me can be a most magical time and certainly the best part of the day. The mistakes you made yesterday are put behind you leaving you with the prospect of opportunities to simply try and do things better. The early starts don’t worry me, most sensible people are tucked up under their 11 Tog* duvet, after all, there’s plenty of time to sleep when you make the Care Home.
Occasionally you are rewarded with conditions like these and the people who never get up for sunrise, and you know who you are, really don’t know what they’re missing. Well I guess you do now.
The inky darkness of a Lake District night was slowly receding as Crummock Water, majestically mirror still and protected with its own fluffy blanket of mist, rose from her slumbers. I find these moments quite humbling. Sunrise and sunset are the only real times when I am truly aware of the movement of our little globe around its star with the realisation of how truly insignificant we are in the wider scheme of things.
It was a blissfully peaceful start to the day, and as much as I like people, the solitude of these moments makes me appreciate the simple things in life and how much we have to be grateful for. Well, it was blissfully peaceful until a rather handsome black Labrador came and trashed the mirror. I love dogs.
I have so many ‘favourite’ pieces of music, from so many genres, but this is a special one……
*Tog clearly relates to the measurement of thermal resistance of your fluffy stuff, I’m not for a moment suggesting that you sleep with 11 other photographers, that would just be...... well………cosy, if not rather crowded..……to say the least!
Sleepers Awake
Sunrise for me can be a most magical time and certainly the best part of the day. The mistakes you made yesterday are put behind you leaving you with the prospect of opportunities to simply try and do things better. The early starts don’t worry me, most sensible people are tucked up under their 11 Tog* duvet, after all, there’s plenty of time to sleep when you make the Care Home.
Occasionally you are rewarded with conditions like these and the people who never get up for sunrise, and you know who you are, really don’t know what they’re missing. Well I guess you do now.
The inky darkness of a Lake District night was slowly receding as Crummock Water, majestically mirror still and protected with its own fluffy blanket of mist, rose from her slumbers. I find these moments quite humbling. Sunrise and sunset are the only real times when I am truly aware of the movement of our little globe around its star with the realisation of how truly insignificant we are in the wider scheme of things.
It was a blissfully peaceful start to the day, and as much as I like people, the solitude of these moments makes me appreciate the simple things in life and how much we have to be grateful for. Well, it was blissfully peaceful until a rather handsome black Labrador came and trashed the mirror. I love dogs.
I have so many ‘favourite’ pieces of music, from so many genres, but this is a special one……
*Tog clearly relates to the measurement of thermal resistance of your fluffy stuff, I’m not for a moment suggesting that you sleep with 11 other photographers, that would just be...... well………cosy, if not rather crowded..……to say the least!