For day 42 of 365 Days Wild I left the house at 4.30 AM in order to watch the dawn.
A gentle mist hung over a sleeping landscape, the pre-dawn light adding tints of pink and orange to soothing blues; a mingling of magic and mystery and peacefulness, inviting the drawing of a deep breath.
serenity as birds exult in the
coming of the dawn
within the mysteries
that inspire an awakened soul
each negative thought as it
seeks to smother joy
I arrived at the meadow shortly before dawn. Usually I watch (and photograph) the sunrise from the lane, but this time I walked down the tree-lined path beside the meadow and looked out over the neighbouring farmer’s field. The mist clung to the furrows and caught the light beautifully.
The light through the trees as I headed back to the meadow was also quite magical.
It didn’t take long for the mist to vanish once the sun rose, but, briefly, both mist and the first fingers of light on the meadow existed together.
As soon as the sun rose higher and the shadows shifted, the haze disappeared as if it had never been.
The meadow plants were draped in cobwebs, and spiders scurried away as I passed them by. Morning dew bejeweled the delicate threads, creating a magical ambience as the dawn sun glinted upon each sphere in a display of captive magnificence.
shining pearls, delicately
strung, a gift for
those dedicated to care
There were so many cobwebs!
To finish off, here a final few pictures showing the long, golden grass glowing in ethereal beauty in the early light.