The house is dark and silent save for the hum of the furnace cutting in now and then. It’s comforting, the security of a furnace warming the home for the day.
I stand at the bedroom window and throw back the curtains. The pre-dawn view catches me by surprise, yet again, and I stand in awe at the beauty outside of my window. Inspired, I decide to try once more to capture in a photograph an image that will do justice to what my eyes are taking in. I pad to my office to get my camera and a couple of lenses.
Barefoot–of course–I step out on the deck and take a few shots. A fog leviathan winding its way down the valley; treetops reaching just above the fog; the majesty of the silent morning. I take pleasure in the simple act of composing them in the viewfinder, focusing, and pressing the shutter release.
My feet are cold and I don’t stay out there long, just long enough. Long enough to feel thankful; long enough to find peace; long enough to grasp a spark of inspiration. Long enough to let go.
The day begins; the week begins; the rest of my life begins. I am thankful, at peace, and inspired. Not a bad way to get things started.
Your beautiful post is a morning meditation–yours, and now mine too. Thank you!
You captured a flash of memory and passed it on. Thanks for the morning gift, Linda.
Actually it sounds like a lovely way to get things started.
lovely photos!