The sun is new each day.~Heraclitus
Why do I always resist getting up early? Morning is not the enemy–I tell myself in that liminal state between sleep and wakefulness. And my husband, who has leapt out of bed before dawn and has already run a few miles, agrees–of course. I must admit that on those rare days when I crawl out of bed and grab my camera right after dawn, I am often rewarded. Here’s a sample of some early morning shots taken in the United States and Mexico.
- Here’s a lone fisherman, casting his reel into the Atlantic. We spotted him on a walk in Cocoa Beach, Florida.
2. Here’s another reward when we were eating an early breakfast on the portico of our hotel in San Jose del Cabo. This lovely yellow-hooded oriole was stealing our sugar.
3. And finally, here’s an infantryman in the Continental Army in Boston checking his iPhone early one morning before the tourists started arriving. And he thought no one was watching…
Morning by Billy CollinsWhy do we bother with the rest of the day,the swale of the afternoon,the sudden dip into evening,then night with his notorious perfumes,his many-pointed stars?This is the best—throwing off the light covers,feet on the cold floor,and buzzing around the house on espresso—maybe a splash of water on the face,a palmful of vitamins—but mostly buzzing around the house on espresso,dictionary and atlas open on the rug,the typewriter waiting for the key of the head,a cello on the radio,and, if necessary, the windows—trees fifty, a hundred years oldout there,heavy clouds on the wayand the lawn steaming like a horsein the early morning.