Mornings are shy this time of year and sneak up well after the second cup of coffee has been finished. Mornings also twinkle as if they had been weeping from sadness or laughter in the pre-dawn yet still hesitate in showing these emotions. I walk quietly in the coldness, a lone searcher of shadow and light, and see a bird (or tw0) dart to hide here and there among the autumn leaves still clinging to the branches. Everyone is shy it seems or is it that they have become aware of their mortality facing the cold months ahead? Are they careful to push their way forward, tracking each movement as if it might be their last?
Superb photos Tabor.
ReplyDeleteI have sorely missed visiting with you, Tabor!! Have finally gotten a new laptop after a year without one...do you know how HARD it is to type anything of any substance on a tablet or the tiny phone keypad!! Suffice it to say, I am engaging in a love affair with a full keyboard. :) Your posts bring smiles to my face, and encourage me to let my worries slip away for a few minutes, and engage in the natural world that I so love. Your pictures and your words are superb. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteit's full day before I crawl out of bed. if the sun ain't up, neither am I.
ReplyDeletePerhaps conserving energy for warmth, laying low.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful shots.
messymimi
Your pictures and words always strike gold.
ReplyDeleteSo true, I look out the window after the second cup and am surprised to see the sun. Guess I should look up more often.
ReplyDeleteLove this, it spoke to me and in exactly the right words.
ReplyDeleteOh, that little bird is certainly plump!
ReplyDeleteLove this post...
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