Posts Tagged ‘morning’

for Six Word Saturday

Just for fun this week, Cee’s asking us to share a photo or photos of a sunset, sunrise, or a night shot.  One wonderful thing about an iPhone (or other smartphone) is that I never have to miss a shot, even on a walk in the park.

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copyright janet m. webb

copyright janet m. webb

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If this is the first Monday in December, it must be time for “Nature” as the theme for Sally’s challenge, open to all who take photos with non-traditional cameras.  Mine non-traditional camera of choice is an iPhone 5s and I love the ease of taking it with me everywhere.  My favorite Kühl hiking pants have a pocket on the side that’s just the right size of the camera and I can unzip the pocket and take out the camera with just one hand.  In winter, when I need those flannel-lined jeans I touted yesterday, I tuck the camera into my fanny pack.

No matter the pants I’m wearing, I often get to the park at sunrise, something much easier to do when the sun doesn’t come up until 7:30 am or so!  Here’s an example of what you might see if you venture out with me.  We can stop for coffee or tea on the way home.  Happy Monday morning.

© janet m. webb 2016

© janet m. webb 2016

This week’s theme for the Weekly Photo Challenge, “Early Bird“, is right in my sweet spot.  I wake up early no matter what time I go to sleep and, being married to a night owl, that means I don’t always get as much sleep as I’d like.  But it does make for some glorious morning photos and time to be almost alone on the path in the park.  This morning there was some early fog and the sun was just up from the horizon, allowing me this glimpse of beauty.  If the early bird really does catch the worm, this is a worm I’ll catch as often as possible!

Every morning was a cheerful invitation to make my life of equal simplicity, and I may say innocence, with Nature herself.
~Henry David Thoreau, Walden

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The sun just touched the morning;
The morning, happy thing,
Supposed that he had come to dwell,
And life would be all spring.
~Emily Dickinson