10.10.11 = Sunrise in the Meadow
6:14am and I’m up far too early for a Saturday morning, maybe I can go back to sleep. 6:35am, as I try to force my eyes closed and relax into my pillow. 6:58am and for 45 minutes now, I’ve been trying to clear my mind of all the things I need to do today. 7:02am, I’m thinking I should grab Baby, (my camera) and venture down to the meadow for a sunrise shoot. 7:05, As I search for my old jeans, boots and a much needed ball cap and some toothpaste, I’m quickly out the door. 7:28am, I arrive in the meadow, just before the sun rises above the tree tops. There’s a low fog hanging around with such stillness. As I venture down the path it seems I’ve interrupted Mr. & Mrs. Bunny having their breakfast of wild clover and grass. They must have heard the sound of my boots squeaking in the wet grass. The air is cool and a bit damp but smells so fresh and clean. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and in that split second, the sun showed up and skipped across the meadow, touching just the tips of the tallest weeds. It was a magical. As the light and the warmth grew, it burned off the low fog and all the dewy leaves glistened like little stars. Truly worth loosing an hour or two of sleep for. More images tomorrow.
“Watching the clock is not the same as watching a sunrise.” Sophia Bedford Pierce