The morning was misty, with an autumnal feel in the air…cool and damp with dew. Cobwebs hung on trees and bushes, sometimes stretching for metres in the air.
It felt so liberating to just amble around with tea in one hand, camera in the other and not be oppressed with heat.
I don’t tolerate heat too well and look forward to autumn, it being my favourite season of all. The early morning sun began to evaporate the mist, bringing to mind the day ahead and all that needed to be done.
I love the time in the morning before any other creature has stirred…it’s magical and charged with a wonderful energy.
I was born and grew up in a tiny two bedroom house in Omagh, shared with parents and 8 siblings, so have come to appreciate the calm, before the day begins in earnest.
Quiet, early mornings, hold a sacred space for the mind.
Early morning, as the sun rises, is an almost different world…a world apart from the mundane and expected.
A world filled with possibilities, hopes and plans.
And the setting sun carries away the hot day, into the embrace of another cool, welcome night.
We are the lucky ones as in this world of chaos we have made our sacred place and can enjoy its sights and sounds.. Your pictures are wonderful and you can feel the magic of your space.
In this world of accumulating despair and for some, even terror, we can all make a safe, nurturing place of peace and solace…belief in that is the start…
I always love your little photoessays. So very lovely to share your morning–and glorious butterfly bush!–with you. Cheers!
Thanks Jenny. These little bushes self seed in the gravel drive and I pot them on until ready to plant out in position.