Dawn sunlight gives a chunk of snow a pale, rosy glow.

Dawn sunlight gives a chunk of snow a pale, rosy glow.

The ghostly suggestion of a building – or is it a trick of the imagination? – lurks behind a stand of teasel.

The eastern horizon, ablaze.

Today’s dawn was a marvellously serene prelude to a great day. It’s good to be alive and to experience the turn of the seasons.

A young tree stands silhouetted against the dawn, awaiting another day.

Daybreak signals the end of another night – a rest period for most, the end of the ‘day’ for many, including agricultural workers. Faye is one of the many. During the current tomato harvest processing season she gets home about 4:15AM and is asleep before daybreak.

As another lovely dawn lifts the veil from the landscape, hydro poles march diagonally across the scene.

Trees in the distance, wreathed in morning fog.

I am thrilled that my schedule once again gives me the opportunity to see such glorious spectacles, and to share them with you.

A keyhole offers a glimpse into trees wreathed in fog.
