There is a special quality to early morning light at this time of the year.
I was awake early, made a pot of coffee, and sauntered around the house in my dressing gown, simply enjoying the peace and slight coolness in the air. I took the above photo about 7.20 am as the sun had just appeared over the horizon.
The golden glow filled our sitting room, changing the wall colour, reflecting on the gold-tooled spines of old leather-bound books, shining through the petals of the flowers. While dusk can also be beautiful, early morning is really special, the dawning of a new day.
I have no idea what appears to be a white mark, bottom left (photo above). The area where I keep a collection of Spode miniatures (which were produced in the 1970s and called Spode ‘gems’) has no such marks, so I can only assume it was a reflection of some sort. My husband made this special area for the Spode collection when he was constructing the bookshelves many years ago. These books are Thomas Hardy novels (on the left) and William Makepeace Thackeray on the right.
In the dining end of the room, the sunlight here is shining partially on a watercolour of a stormy sea. I usually keep the curtains drawn when sunlight is pouring in like this, to prevent the light from fading the pictures, but this morning I pulled back the curtain in order to take this photograph.
And sunlight shining through the petals of the pink gladioli which are now at their best. They won’t last much longer, so I’m really enjoying their gorgeous blooms.
Dawn really is my favourite time of the day – well, it certainly is when it’s as bright as it was this morning.
Do you have a favourite time of day? Dawn or dusk? Both are beautiful, but dawn wins by a hair’s breadth.
Until next time.