This mornings dawn brought with it a lingering fog and the fresh air that only comes from an overnight rain. It has been some time since I have ventured out to perceive the world through the lenses of my camera. Too long really, and while work and other commitments are the culprit, I can confess that the imposed break has been good.
As the morning progressed I visited several of my favorite photographic subjects and through the veil of the fog saw them new and different, with light and composition I had not explored before. There is magic in such light and a stillness that almost stops the movement of time. Standing in the wet fields of Spring wheat, the blackbirds did speak, welcoming the coming sun and the promise of a new day. “Mine is the sunlight, Mine is the morning, Born of the one light Eden saw play . . .”
Thank you to all who stop by, RHC