Living in the woods means I have to walk towards the horizon in order to get a clear view of the dawn. Layers of clouds made this morning’s walk especially worthwhile. Clear skies seldom give sunrises as spectacular as this one. Who knew there could be so many varieties of pink?
Though many find it difficult to wake before dawn, I’ve always found it easy. Even as a child I felt that sleeping past sunrise meant I was missing out on something. Perhaps it’s because that quiet time of day allowed me to spend some time alone with my grandfather or my dad, a precious commodity when you’re one of five children. Years later, I realized they probably woke up early in the hope of spending some quiet moments by themselves.
Besides silence and solitude, every dawn offers endless possibilities for the day ahead. What will happen today? A new challenge or the completion of an old one? Even a change of heart is possible. Nothing seems too difficult now before the hours begin to wear us down.
Returning home, the glow from the rising sun is barely visible behind the trees. I wonder at all I would have missed had I not ventured out.
Did you catch the rosy glow of the rising sun this morning? No worries if you missed it. Nature has a back-up plan for all who needed that extra bit of rest and stayed in bed past dawn.
Some of the flowers captured the dawn’s pink light at sunrise and promise to hold it for you until sunset.
Text and photographs copyright Amy-Lynn Bell 2012
Living as far north as Nova Scotia and getting up for Dawn in summer! Impressive. Living in England I manage to see a dawn at this time of year about once a week maximum, but when I do, it always gives me a thrill.
I enjoyed this post; a nice set of photos showing how the morning developed. It has encouraged me to make tomorrow my day to get up early.
Thanks James. I hope you had a chance to get up early to see the morning show yourself this week.
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Great photos as always. I have linked to you from soulsnet.com. I write a daily inspiration blog and like to include a lovely photograph as part of the post. I am very much an amateur photographer, infact until I began the blog, no photographer at all, so coming across your site has given me and now my readers really lovely things to look at. I would love it if you visited soulsnet.
Have a good day.
Corinne
Thanks Corinne. Blogging also helped me get into photography much more than I had in the past.
I’ll come by to visit soulsnet
That first photo takes my breath away. Glorious.
Alice, the real thing was even more breathtaking
Beautiful! I love sunrises and sunsets here, but it’s hard to get clear pictures without power lines getting in the way. I have yet to learn how to ‘photoshop’ them out.
Ruth, those power lines are everywhere here too, but thankfully not in the marsh!
Beautiful pictures and thoughts! I don’t see sunrises as often as I would like, but I do enjoy sunsets. I worked swing shift for a few years when I was young and hated missing the sunsets. Each time has its special beauty.
Susan, seeing sunrises means I rarely get to be out and about to see the sun setting. There’s only so much energy to expend in a day! Each time does have its own unique appeal.
What a colorful morning! Pretty flowers.
Patti, it sure was colorful. Those flowers are cleomes, also called spider flowers.
Amy-Lynn, does John (1st comment) know that he’s farther north than we are ?
OK, OK, I’ve really gotta start getting up earlier …
Sybil, I think he was implying that all northern dwellers have to wake up quite early at this time of year to enjoy sunrises.
If you woke up earlier, you’d have to go to bed earlier. You know that don’t you?
You make mornings look magical! I agree they are magical in that one believes so much is possible for the day,,,the trick is to – “do your best and leave the rest.” ~ Wendy
Wendy, they are magical to me for that very reason. Good quotation!
I love the early morning time too. I have too many trees around me to see a sunrise, but nothing beats the peace and quiet of that time of day. It’s the calm before the “storm” of the day!
Dustytoes, it is indeed the calm before the storm. I wonder if cultures that enjoy siestas manage to recapture a bit of that quiet at midday.
O pre-dawn to dawn and twilight are wonderful times.
Eva, in-between times are the best
I have nominated you for a blog award. If you like you may check it out on my latest post. ~ Wendy
Thanks Wendy. I’ll check it out
Lovely!
Thank you Faith