The morning dog walk at this time of the year starts in pre-dawn gloom, not dark, but distinctly grey, even with a clear sky. I wouldn’t say that my spirit is gloomy, but it is a time of being almost, but not quite, fully awake, a time of contemplating what the day will bring, quite an introspective time. As we walk back up the field track to the lane, the sun is just rising above the trees around the quarry edge, and it is not just the landscape that brightens up. As the golden sunshine falls on the fields, hedgerows, dogs and me, my spirits rise and the working day ahead takes its proper place in the queue, waiting its turn as I appreciate how lucky I am to be able to walk out onto fields first thing in the morning. It’s a primeval thing, this connection between the spirit and the sunshine. And don’t you go spoiling it by describing it terms of melatonin levels.
Such an unusual capture, I love it. Sadly I no longer have a dog to get me up and out early these dark mornings, but I do have a small grandson who turns up at 7.40am twice a week. Fav
I like the way your thoughts move as you trek out for the dog walk. I'd have to say an early morning walk is better in the country than in the city where cars pollute the atmosphere! fav
I love your dialog with your shot! You've worded these feelings so well - it's a stunning shot with the silhouettes being lit by the rising sun - what a beautiful time of day - in many ways.
