📷 6:51am Catching the world between sleeping breaths; that moment before everything starts again…
Turns out my camera is particularly ill-suited to capture the quality of light right before sunrise. Like a vampire not appearing on film, or the fae slipping out of frame right before the shutter clicks, maybe this is something not meant to be captured.
And yet I still make this record, snap these shots. But this is a record of my experience. And the record is not the experience. It will have to be enough for me to see this picture, and to remember. And for you to see it, and imagine.
Conditions, 7:15am: 49º Solid cloud cover but with some feathery streaks of leftover dawn. The true sunrise bleeds brightly along the horizon line like a wound seeping through the trees. Calm, wet air. Birds are waking up with morning vocal exercises. Squirrels stretch and warm up for their day of calisthenic mischief and larceny…
