I waited in the early morning darkness
Breath billowing out in long streams
Finger tips wrapped tight in fisted hands
Dug deep in pockets
The shift in light was so subtle
Suddenly I could see the higher branches
Two crows peered at me as though I intruded
Naked feathers, naked sight
Then it licked the tops in fire and light
My heart beat faster than the shutter
The moment was brief to catch with camera
Yet as quickly as I began, my hand was stayed
Sunrise is a communion I often forget
A flicker of awakening to the earth and the mind
In activity I am artist but a bit asleep
In stillness I awaken as part of the art.
Meditation Travelogue 
Love your words and your images are marvellous, Noelle.
Thank you, my friend. So delighted you stopped in for a visit. Was an exceptional sunrise standing in the middle of that forest. Just magical.
Great series!
Thank you, my friend. Coming from you a lovely compliment. It was a great shoot that morning. So glad I made myself get up.
Yes, Noelle you are an artist, in pen and camera.
Liz
As you know, Liz, I come from a long line of artists and writers. None of whom were on my father’s side!
Verry nice!
Thank you, my friend.