every morning starts with its own unique light and possibilities.... below is a sampling of mornings this past week, April 1 to 7, 2024
Category Archives: Sky and Seascape Spectacles
A few glimpses of December mornings at the Point
a colourful start
I was up early, and out to the Point to enjoy the brilliant dawn colours. Katrina enjoyed sniffing the trails of the raccoons and deer that had visited overnight while I watched the shifting colours and the morning flights of gulls, geese, and ducks.
The rarity of an almost cloudless sunrise allowed me to identify just how far the sun has moved north. More light, more warmth. And it's most welcome!
Some January Mornings…
A week of mornings
Morning by morning…
The mornings are always different, always changing, always beautiful... This is a sampling of my morning photos from Flagpole Point this past week shows something of the daily changes. Click on each photo to see it in larger format.
Morning’s golden light
Morning by morning…varied views
Each morning, when I take the dog out for her first walk of the day, I venture out to the Point for a clear view of the morning’s light. If it has rained at all, I note the measurement in the rain gauge, and then empty it for the next 24 hour monitoring. And I take photos.
Every day is so different —the light, the angle of the sun, the patterns and textures of the clouds, the tide’s height in its constant ebb and flow, the way the waves are meeting the shore, the presence of various shore birds, gulls, otters and seals. Occasionally, on a very still morning, my attention is caught by the breath sounds of a humpback whale, and I see the spray of it’s powerful exhalation far out in the distance.
For over a year I’ve been documenting the mornings under the title ‘The Point this morning’. I had intended to do my photo project only for the 6 months from winter solstice to summer solstice, to note the wide varying of the sun’s position at sunrise. But these daily photo glimpses became such an important part of my day’s beginning, I carried on. Now, I can't bear to give it up so I’m thinking I will contimue for the time being and see what happens...
glimpses of Lion Islet’s wildflowers
feeling small : precarious ventures
Watching a fishboat depart from the sheltered waters of Whaler Bay in the early morning, with a strong NW wind, and beneath a rather ominous looking sky, reminds me how precarious every venture is. Again the Breton Fisherman's prayer seems apt, not only for those who literally go to the sea in ships, but for us all:
Dear God, be good to me for the sea is so large, and my boat is so small.