A good vacation
usually means no alarm clocks, sleeping in, and no leaving the comfort of bed
until the bladder threatens to rebel.
But there are also sunrises.
There are early
mornings when water is a gentle mirror.
Fog floats,
settles and placidly rolls through silence broken only by the soft sound of
bird calls.
I was pulled out
of bed almost as much by the scent of cinnamon rolls baking in the galley as by
the desire to see dawn arrive above the islands.
As light eased
into the sky, ribbons of mist wove through the cedars.
Hooray for
digital cameras and almost unlimited quantities of photographs. The regrets come later at editing time.
6 comments:
These are truly breathtaking.
How beautiful.
I have SUCH a headache today, and I just know that it would go away if I could sit here a bit...
Pearl
Stunning shots, Leenie. Just gorgeous. I love the morning breaking over water...it's totally and completely magical and you've captured that essence perfectly.
I want to drop a fishing line in that still water.
Gorgeous! Nice foggy reflections!
Little wonder that so many artists and writers settle here. That mist , in winter, rarely burns off and the chill is like a crow bar wedged between your joints. Buzz kill but it is inspiring and very lovely, gentle. Your photos are glorious, Leenie.
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