Tag Archives: morning
My view changes from dark silhouettes against grey background to back-lit 3-D forest sun highlighting golden points on mossy trunks. Another morning in paradise. ©2017 Sharron R. McMillan
I didn’t see him until he twitched his ears. Well hidden while mom takes a much-needed break. I like to think she brought him for grandma to take care of, right outside my studio.
Yesterday I was out cleaning up my herb bed, smiling at new shoots poking up – this morning, it’s winter again. BRRR!
Great way to start the day, a brush cut geek on my bathroom counter. 😉
The moisture in the air seems to make everything greener and cleaner. Dried golden leaf on brown forest floor, framed by green fern fronds looks too perfect to be real. Bare twigs, a pick-up-sticks game in progress. Wet, bright, beautiful, … Continue reading
Good Morning, May you wake with thoughts of hope and life, and excitement for the future whatever and with whomever it might hold for you. May the songs of birds clear your head of fear, may the scent of green … Continue reading
Pink has disappeared. Did I really see it. Silhouettes darken while smoke from my chimney wisps downhill in ghostly patches. I can see the straight line where mountain meets sky in the distance. Woodpecker rat-tat-tat nearby gets a squeaky door … Continue reading
Grey clouds hang around tree tops threatening to keep the sun under cover. The sun has won. Clouds blush at being so naughty, blue sky smiles its triumph. ©2016 Sharron R. McMillan
It’s February. Cold, wet and foggy. There you are all alone, bright and smiling at me. OK, if you can, so can I. ©2016 Sharron R. McMillan
Neighbour’s dog barks a warning, five roosters crow, seaplane takes off from the inlet below. Woodpecker is working his favourite tree, squirrel on a branch only movement I see. Stillness of morning, good start to the day hold on to … Continue reading
Dark, drippy morning and yet I put on boots and hat and trudge out to my studio. My space, my time. I value it, I need it. Creativity is my food words, thoughts, poems come unjumbled easily here. Though the … Continue reading
Light seeps into the sky behind ever-moving branches, trees, leaves – powerful shadows over back-drop of serene blue. Light will burst out, the day will begin. . . I’ve seen this over and over again but never tire of this … Continue reading
Heading out to my studio in the morning the moon was still up.