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Dara awoke, staring into the darkness of her bedroom. Beside her, fast asleep, her husband lightly snored. She wondered if that was what woke her.
"Playtime!"
Dara looked toward her closed bedroom door. The cartoonish voice giggled, and she realized that must have been what woke her.
Sliding carefully out from under the covers, so as not to wake her husband, Dara left the bed and tiptoed to the door. Grasping the cold door knob, she turned it and cautiously opened the door, glancing back at her husband as she did so, relieved there was no squeaking from the hinges.
Dara slipped into the hallway, making her way toward her children's rooms. Michael's room was on the right and Ashley's room was on the left.
"Playtime!" giggled the high-pitched voice again. The voice came from Ashley's room, and Dara opened the door, looking inside.
Sitting up in bed, five-year-old Ashley was smiling at Happy Harmony, her life-sized doll, which was seated on the bed, facing her.
Dara smiled at Ashley. "Ashley, what are you doing up at this hour?" She approached her daughter's bed.
"Bonny wants to play, Mommy," said Ashley.
"Who's Bonny?" asked Dara.
Ashley pointed at her doll. "I told her we should sleep, but she's not sleepy."
"Well, maybe if she was under the covers, she'd be sleepier," suggested Dara. She picked up the doll, tucking it under the covers, beside Ashley.
"Mommy, can Bonny be my sister?" asked Ashley, as she snuggled under the thick down quilt. "She says she likes us, and she super duper wants to be my sister."
This declaration amused Dara, and she kissed her daughter's forehead, sitting beside her, on the edge of the bed. "Well, since she's already here, I guess that would be okay." She smiled at the doll.
"Yay! Thank you, Mommy! Did you hear that, Bonny? Mommy says we can be sisters!" she happily exclaimed.
But she wasn't looking at the doll laying beside her, in bed. She was still looking toward the spot where the doll had been sitting, where a depression from its weight still remained on the fluffy, down quilt.
And beside it, a second depression.
Dara felt a small, cold hand touch her arm, and a little girl's voice whispered,
"Thank you, Mommy."
Awoke to a really frosty morning this morning. Everything was edged in gleaming white . . . . . . and it was cold! Later, when the sun rose higher in the sky, it turned into a beautiful warm day.
Taken Thursday 1 December 2016 in my garden.
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After Sligachan I drove to the Quirang and had a good early night in the car and was only woken a couple of times by rain.
When my alarm went off, I awoke with a photo workshop parking next to me. I therefore threw my gear on and made off quickly. I don't understand workshops. I've never been on one so maybe I'm not qualified to judge, but I just don't understand why folk don't learn the old fashioned way - map, compass, sun charts, planning, motivation and trial and error.
I took myself some distance from where I knew they'd be setting up, so I guess they did me a favour, enabling me to find these cool rocks as foreground (after a healthy dose of huddling under my big umbrella which I have forgiven for breaking my filter). Of all the times I've visited the Quirang these have been the conditions I was wanting. Previously it's been too cloudy, not cloudy enough, rain, snow etc etc but with this one picture I have put that behind me.
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A year ago this week I awoke to spectacular conditions in one of my favorite places. In the dark I couldn't resist stopping at perhaps the most popular place to photograph here in recent years at the top of a hill along the road. A thirty second exposure collected enough photons to bring the landscape out of the darkness. The storm had not yet cleared, and this familiar landscape was transformed into a winter wonderland. The mighty Sierra Nevada crest lay hidden in the clouds and still falling snow, while the veil had lifted from the lower hills. The sound was silence. The air was crisp but refreshing. I am ever fond of the way weather transforms landscapes, especially in rare conditions like these. In this holiday week, I wish you and yours a happy Thanksgiving, and I hope that you are all safe from this terrible pandemic we are all weathering. Be kind to one another. Wear a mask to protect yourself and others. Winter may be arriving soon but there is hope on the horizon and winter won't last forever.
Awoke to see blue skies and sunshine. So we headed round to the southern end of the Mourne Mountains for a horseshoe walk on the ridges around the Annalong Valley. First up was Slieve Binnian
I awoke at 5am to find Nottinghamshire carpeted in snow. I had a prior engagement planned for 09:45, so I was quick to get out and grab a couple of hours shooting from first light - while the snow was still fresh and untouched.
Here I managed a shot of the old water mill in Carlton-in-Lindrick village as the sun rose.
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Yesterday morning I awoke to a beautiful blue sky day. I decided I really needed to to take advantage and head to Presque Isle to do some shooting. I grabbed my gear, skipped my workout, didn't even make my bed, hopped in the truck and headed out. When I arrived at the park ( about 10 min. from my house ) it was totally fogged in. Oh well, I still spent a good two hours happily shooting away.
Inspired by my friend Heather. See her beautiful version of this here: www.flickr.com/photos/hkloveslife/5593443643/
I awoke this morning to yet another #dreich day ahead. I made the coffee and toast, we drank it. I made the teas and noticed shadows on the bedroom wall! Shadows, Sun? Surely not!
Part 2
In the morning we awoke to mist and low hanging storm clouds. All morning and into early afternoon we were blessed with rain shower after rain shower, some soft, some hard. It was the perfect little lake to be at for the beautiful weather and rain, and the best part was we had it all to ourselves. The soft sound of rain falling on the grass of the marsh and the pine needles of the forest was very peaceful and relaxing.
Finally it seemed that the last shower had passed so we packed up camp and began hiking away from the lake. Not long after we started a rumble of thunder echoed in the distance followed by more light rain, thankfully we already had our jackets and pack covers on, just in case. Then, all of a sudden, a bright flash illuminated the daytime. I counted 1- 1000, 2- 1000, 3…. Then the loudest thunder I have ever heard reverberated across the woods causing us to duck and flinch. We quickened our pace and made for an outcropping of rocks, hoping for some shelter that was not tall trees. Now heavy rain and hail began to pelt down. More thunder rumbled, but none as close or as loud as the one that startled us. After a while, the storm moved off, but a light mist lingered and we continued on our route, off trail, towards Cottonwood basin. Along the way we came across a deer carcass, head, spine and rib cage minus the legs and soft tissues, lying in the shadow of gnarled twisted trunk of a dead tree. Thankfully, this was not an omen of things to come.
The route we now took, took us along steep mountain side overlooking meadows and streams, glistening in the sunshine below. The peaks on the far side shown white from the hail that fallen in the last storm. Soon we reached the edge of the basin and the stream that tumbled down from it. We followed that against the current and along the edge of another meadow. There was one more hill between us and our next camp site. As we climbed up and over, somewhere in the distance, a flute song was playing, reminding me of a songbird singing.
On the other side of the hill was a lake, the first lake of this basin we would encounter, Cottonwood Lake # 2. It is here that we stopped and set up our tent. That evening was one of the most vibrant sunsets I have ever seen up in the Sierras. Dark, ominous storm clouds had been gathering and slowly moving in from the southeast and I recommended that we prepare for a long wet night of wind and rain. It was in the middle of the preparations that the sunset suddenly came upon the mountains. It happened so quickly I did not have time to find a good composition for photos of it. The dark clouds burst into flame, igniting the whole sky in a vibrant pink and orange. Even the earth beneath our feet shown in a pink hue reflected in the damp, rocky soil. When the light and color faded from the sky and earth, the clouds dropped lower, Like a wave crashing against the jagged peaks of the Sierra crest, and as the dim twilight faded we prepared for more rain.
Despite the ominous clouds yesterday evening, no major rain showers fell last night. Just some light scattered showers. In the early Dawn hours I got out of our tent to look for a good spot to photograph the sunrise. A patchwork of storm clouds covered the earth like a blanket. Light rain fell on and off and rippled the surface of the still, mirror like lake.
As the Alpine glow crept down from the top the peaks a rainbow formed in the sky over the crest. Slowly the light crept down from the top of the mountains, but once it reached their foot, it was near instant that it reached me, illuminating the marshy meadows where I was. I decided I got what I could here so I moved over to the lake shore to see what was there. Soon the light changed from warm, pink to it's usual white, and now the shadows of clouds draped themselves across the granite faces of the high mountains, flowing like ribbons in the wind.
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Bold= John Stewart
Italic= Mysterious Voice
I awoke with a flash of green light and then a loud crash. I grabbed the pistol that sat on my nightstand and walked towards the door.
I looked up and saw a trail of smoke in the sky. Probably from whatever fell. I decided to follow the trail deep into the forest. Really dumb to do at night, but I had a gun.
When I reached the end of the smoke trail I found myself at a stone wall. As I walked closer the wall began to open up. I raised my gun, ready to shoot.
Greetings John Stewart.
I flinched. Whatever was in here knew my name.
You have got five seconds to come out before I shoot.
The voice laughed. I saw a faint green glow coming from the corner of the large cavern. I slowly walked towards it.
Take it, it's yours.
Take what?
I was a few feet away from where the glow originated from. I could see that it was a lantern. A green lantern. I cautiously picked it up. I saw a green ring floating around inside of it.
Take it, it's yours.
I put my hand into the lantern and pulled out the ring. I slowly put the ring on.
I was instantly overwhelmed with visions of people in suit made of pure willpower. They fought people in suit made of yellow fear and red rage. Then I saw Hal. My friend from when I was on the force. It showed him putting on a ring just like the one I had. I fell into darkness. And then I saw myself in one of the green suits.
Welcome to the Green Lantern Corps.
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I awoke to the lightest dusting of snow and a hoar frost on a misty morning. I headed to the North Downs Way in Chantry Wood but there wasn’t enough snow on the track or the trees. I headed to the River Wey and came back via Racks Close, an old chalk quarry almost opposite our house. In this photo, a section of the bank of the Wey by the water meadow is fenced as it is grazed by cattle in summer. I liked the join in the wire and the background tangle of vegetation.
Thursday 25 February Vancouver awoke to a light dusting of snow - It was gone by noon.
Walking on East 10th Avenue we passed many crocus and snowbells poking their blooms through the snow.
Most of the crocus were purple with a few orange ones sprinkled among them.
Last night I awoke to the sound of mischief and found a raccoon pulling plants out of their pots in the pond, and generally wreaking havoc. The fish all appear fine, but the water's a lot cloudier. Today (after putting the pieces back together) I saw the goldfinches and all the rest of the usual suspects. Rufous hummingbird, Backyard Olympia.
Welcome to Fredvang beach, next to which we awoke after our 3 planes and a couple hours drive from Svolvær airport the previous day. First day in Lofoten with Patrick Dieudonné (www.patrickdieudonne.com/)!
Bienvenue sur la plage de Fredvang, à côté de laquelle nous nous réveillons après nos 3 avions et quelques heures de route de la veille depuis l'aéroport de Svolvær. Premier jour aux Lofoten avec Patrick Dieudonné (www.patrickdieudonne.com/)!
Last Sunday morning we awoke to a heavy blanket of fog ....I went down to a local park for an early morning walk ....
In the top photo , a branch of pine needles overhangs an athletic field ...the lights are less than 100 yards away...but can barely be seen ....
more photos below ...
The last-minute hustle and bustle of Christmas Eve took a back seat for me. I awoke that morning to find the entire village shrouded under a thick blanket of fog. Not the wispy vaporous kind; more of the pea soup variety that not only obscures visibility but deadens sound as well. My first thought was to come here. I'm forever drawn to cemeteries in moments of adverse weather. Weather conditions have a tremendous impact, not just on the visual, but also the visceral. Fog in particular transforms both. Familiar places appear alien. I see things in an entirely different perspective. But it goes beyond that; things don't just look different but feel different as well. I'm convinced that a separate energy channel opens during these moments and can be tapped into with the proper mindset. Who's to say really? I cannot explain the creative process. It just happens. There seems to be no rules or science to it. I often think in terms of some external force providing at least guidance, if not more. I suppose that guidance had more than something to do with me being here in the first place. I sometimes think about the hour or two that preceded my arrival at a place like this, at a time like this. And once here, what led me to this exact place. All seemingly random but that's the beauty of it. Those external influences can be so subtle as to make it seem like it was all my own idea. One aspect I find particularly jarring is when the spell seems to suddenly wear off. At once I find myself standing there thinking "that's it, game over" and just leave. The creative juices simply dissipate into thin air. It's so abrupt, like a faucet being turned off. Anyway, back in the moment, my impression here was the odd clarity before, receding into layers of murkiness. Lucidity existed for not much farther than I could extend my arm. Beyond that lay the haze of uncertainty. A wonderful life metaphor in a moment of thought that simply would not have existed on a clear day.
As I awoke early in the morning of our tenth and final day in Costa Rica, I had nothing but monkeys on my mind. It had been such a wonderful getaway with too many blessings to count…excluding the number of new species photographed.
Even though I was wiped out from all the excursion, in the panic of not wanting it to ever end, I signed up for one more. I had run my bride and friends so hard that they just wanted a pool day…when I suggested one last forest adventure…they laughed in unison! For me, I could not stand to waist the opportunity…a last chance to photograph monkeys!
As I waited out in front of our hotel for the excursion van to arrive, something caught my eyes in the trees across the small parking area. The branches high in the canopy were bouncing up and down indicating activity and weight…could it be…
With a new-found pep in my step, I traversed the 25 yards to get a glimpse of a small hand, covered in black hair reaching out for a branch…it was a baby howler, hanging upside down! There were so many branches and leaves between us that I struggled to get a face shot. To anyone watching, I am confident that I looked as if I was mocking MC Hammer (without the pants) as I shuffled between the rocks, plants, curb and trees to get a shot.
Frustration set in as my ride was pulling in and the small troop of two adults and baby were moving fast and perfectly keeping the leaves and limbs between them and my lens. I looked back at the nearly full van waiting for me and decided that I had two options…tell them I wasn’t going thus losing a ton of money and one last adventure, or buy more time by creating a mutiny. I ran back to the van and said excitingly “Hey guys, there are monkeys over here!” When the lady from Iowa squeaked loudly and started climbing over her family to get out, I knew my planned mutiny had succeeded! The next thing I knew I was pointing out our furry friends to 6-8 fellow monkey enthusiasts…the van was empty and I now had the time needed to capture my dream.
Finally, the troop moved lower and into an area of perfect light where some 10-15 keeper shots were obtained. For the final few minutes of our time together I lowered my lens and just enjoyed the eye-to-eye contact with my genetic cousins, thanking God for granting me this desire.
Then something hysterical happened, as I climbed into the van, I was greeted with near hero status as no one had yet seen a monkey on their Costa Rican adventure either! On my final day, within two minutes of climbing into a van and spending the next ten hours hiking (and not seeing any monkeys) they appeared in the forest right in front of me…what a blessing!!
I may never see monkeys in the wild again, but having this shot of one of the adults, the one that we just sat and stared into each other’s hearts, will always be treasured.
Still in pursuit of a life well lived!
I awoke and saw the conservatory roof was covered in ice patterns. A quick photo before the sun melted it.
The outside temperature is just 3 degrees and the internal temperature is 16.9...perhaps I should turn on the heating. lol
A cool spring breeze carried me to our secret place.
She awoke to the warmth; the morning sunshine touched her face,
While spreading her arms and flashing the petals of her new spring dress.
Grabbing my hand, we danced off into the breeze, and all I could say was “yes.”
The blackberry flowers have come and gone. But they were an early sign of Spring beauty this season. With my previous upload, I have decided to start a short series, "Poetic Spring" that will explore poetry in words and image with the goal of revealing beauty through movement and a more painterly style.
As I awoke to a new day - my first time sleeping directly on top of a sand dune as I had mind to shoot an astro-time-lapse and wanted to be near my camera in case of a sudden sand storm - I noticed that the sky wasn't quite as clear as when I went to sleep... In fact it wasn't clear AT ALL!! It was exploding, and I was still in my sleeping bag. I threw everything into my pack in minutes, and was bounding around the dunes searching for something to put into a spectacular light spread. Unfortunately we arrived in complete darkness so there was no way to scout for the morning - but this was one of the first shots I took that morning. The way the clouds fanned out was unbelievable and spectacular.
When I awoke we were entering an ocean / Sun low on water / Warm as a throat / Golden as a trumpet / We wept / Then soared in a spiritual / Never have I been so happy (Susana Santos Silva, poem by Lawson Fusao Inada)
© Susana Santos Silva, Berlin, 2025, Florian Fritsch
The midwest awoke to a fresh coating of snow on Wednesday. Chicago Botanic Garden Mar 12, 2014 L1190255.dng
Yesterday before the sun awoke as odd as this may be
I paused while I was walking to have a conversation with a tree.
Now you might think it crazy conversing with a tree
but, in my defense, it was the tree who first called out to me.
"I've seen you walk by for many years." (This tree conversing was a she!)
I think it's time we get to know each other…come…sit…and talk to me."
Before you think my craziness has gotten too pervasive
Let me tell you, right up front, …a tree can be persuasive.
We had a wonderful conversation and though we didn't always agree
I have to say I was impressed with the wisdom of the tree.
I asked her where her wisdom came from and as she swayed in the early morning breeze.
She said not only do her roots run deep but they connect with all the other trees.
She said, "I may look like I am one tree standing on my own
but being linked to all the other trees means I never stand alone.
"Which means, " she said, "you're not talking exclusively to me.
Since I am connected to all the others…I am more than just one tree."
And though she didn't come right out and say it
I'm sure the message was meant for me.
Her subtle way of saying humans should be a little more like trees.
As the first rays of the morning light began to shine on me
I smiled, told her I had to go…then turned and thanked the tree.
As I walked away I thought to myself…I'm not crazy but how lucky must I be
to think that I just sat down and had a conversation with a tree…
So I turned back to the tree…I smiled, waved, and to prove my sanity's intact…
That old tree not only waved to me…but I'm pretty sure she smiled back.
Jim Yerman
In those early hours, I awoke before dawn, eager to capture the first light of the sun rising over the Adriatic Sea in the Veneto region. The beach and the groins were alive with people—some lingering from a night of celebration, others casting their lines into the sea, joggers tracing the water's edge, seashell collectors bent in quiet search, and couples savoring the romance of the morning. It was surprisingly crowded for such an early hour.
On the horizon, where the sky met the sea, a faint line of mountains could be glimpsed when the air was clear. Just minutes ago, the sun had made its first appearance, a brief glimpse of a crimson disk above the distant shore before it slipped behind a veil of clouds. But soon, it reemerged, ascending above the clouds and bathing the landscape in a warm, orange glow.
I awoke early enough to watch the sunrise! It is beautiful but cold (-13C/8F feels like -20C/-4F), Brr! It is quite a change from last week’s spring-like weather. Time for a hot cup of coffee to warm up!
Awoke to a call from my manager to discuss - quota (for anyone in sales you know that is not always the best conversation). New year and bigger quota. I about feel out of my chair -- wow, I have a long, long way to go.
Kinda like the view behind me the never ending tracks. Actually they look as though they are falling off into the lake.....Hope that is not the sign of my year to come.
I awoke late on Easter Sunday....missed Mass (I really was exhausted from an 8 hr drive the day before)...In lieu of Church, I did my usual weekday routine and went down to the Cross and Prayed.
As a Todd Snider song goes..."I was always a guilt ridden Catholic boy"...seemed to apply to even a 65 year old turd on the run like me. Hence, the following...missing Easter Mass is one that should not be missed...and I was not making light of that.
I went back to the house and then was presented with Blessings in the form of visions. I looked out my back window and down by the shore of the pond were a pair of Canada Geese and three newly hatched Goslings. They had nested out of sight. I went out to see if I could get some better shots. My travels took me to the Purple Martin House and there was one on the rail...they would be returning to nest...I smiled. Across the way on the dam was a Huge Snapping Turtle...covered in mud...lounging in the grass...not the least bit worried about me. I walked to get a better view and looked down to the stream at my feet and there was a painted turtle out for some Spring warmth. There was nothing to complain about.
So the point of this photo series is this...in spite of our failures...our screw-ups...there is a God who loves us...and who will forgive us. As long as we open our eyes and open our hearts...God is there...and that is the real gift.
If you look closely, the Goslings are in front of the Mom.
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On the final day of our week long trip to the Cartier, we awoke to sunny skies. We had had been lucky with the weather the entire trip, only having been skunked by clouds on a few pictures. So once again, we ventured out the dirt road into Wildlife Refuge that parallels the tracks for about 50 miles. The plan was to see if we would be able to catch a southbound loaded train, get a few shots, then hustle down to Baie-Comeau and catch the ferry to Matane. Sure enough, at 7:30, we met a southbound that we were able to catch at MP 49. As we stood at the edge of the road, shooting down at the train as it began to enter the curve, we noticed that the leader was the 77. The 77 was one of three Alco demonstrator C636's that the Cartier rostered. The 77 had been spotted in a consist earlier in the week, while we were able to photograph the 78 and 79 in Port Cartier at the shops. With the 77 as a leader under sunny skies we decided to chase the train down into Port Cartier. This meant we would miss the ferry, having to drive down to Quebec City to cross the St. Lawrence to get back to Maine. The long way around but worth it!
Deep within the La Cloche Mountains, I awoke before sunrise to partly cloudy skies which will often result in a good sunrise. There was some lingering mist from the cold temperatures overnight and these conditions combined to create one of the best sunrises I have ever seen.
Sunrise, La cloche Range, Ontario, Canada.
©James Hackland
Awoke to a foggy frosty morning , one of those lovely crisp cold days. So had a little walk along the riverside and took some photos.
© 2015 Thousand Word Images by Dustin Abbott
This beautiful image is more than a little deceiving. I awoke to the beautiful Arizona light in the high plains this particular morning, and headed outside to shoot. The distant San Francisco peaks of Flagstaff were perfectly framed, and I loved the look of the high plains that is so different than the country around where I live. The light was so warm, but trust me, that light was lying! The thin mountain air (this was some 7000 feet up or so) was bitterly cold as the wind blew across the open spaces. The irony of the light is that the way things look out a window aren't always the way they are in reality.
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This morning I awoke early to shoot the sunrise over Convict Lake, Upon returning I discovered there was a deer a couple of campsites away feeding. I crept up on her stealthily like and snapped a few shots where upon she turned around and walked right past me about an arm length away, I was shocked she casually strolled right into our campsite where my buddy Tony was preparing breakfast and just stood there. So my buddy walked over and started petting the top of her head and she really liked it. She hung out with us for a while and then ran off into the campground.
When I was all crouched down shooting through the viewfinder I pulled my camera away from my eye to review them on my cameras display then put my camera back to my eye and pointed to my subject which was now halfway from where she had been towards me, I froze as not to scare her off then she approached me and walked right passed me. So much for needing stealth like movements. :)
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