The morning quiet with just the whispering sounds as a new day dawns.
The bird songs start slowly, building up to a crescendo.
As you turn, there are rustles in the grasses and reeds. Unsure of what is about to greet you, you hold your breath.
Dawn is such a magical time of day that we must give thanks.
So my promise to myself is this. Arise earlier and be out there with mother nature.
As we know, before too long, the tropical heat of the day becomes draining and the magic of those cool moments are just a faint memory.
Oh what a lovely image this is, Ingrid! I love the tones and textures! Hope you are doing well, dear friend! xoxo
Hello stranger. How lovely to hear from you. All is well with us as I hope it is with you. As you can see, my photographic journey is continuing and now including some art. How very gratifying and of course time consuming. But heck, who wants to do housework all the time!