I don’t get up early in the morning very often anymore for the simple reason that I don’t have to. And since we’ve started letting our pug Olive sleep with us, I could sleep ‘til the cows come home because this pug is not an early riser. As a matter of fact, sometimes she looks at me as if to say, “Really? I can’t believe it. You’re getting up now??” But she manages to shake herself awake enough to get up and go when I’m ready. And being a dog, once up she forgets that she wanted to sleep in. After all, the next nap is just around the corner for her.
The thing is, though, when I do get up early, I almost always think I should make a habit of it. The light in the early morning is just so wonderful and the photographer in me thinks I ought to take advantage of that. Unfortunately, the old, cranky person in me has her way most of the time.
Last week, I had to get up early two days in a row and on one of those mornings, I managed to think to take my camera along when I took Olive out for her morning walk. Here you go…
|This is the first little whitehead I've seen this year and it managed to put itself in one of my planters.|
|The light through the ash tree leaves makes them look like stained glass.|