Gumboot dancing on the beach this morning, half coal miner and half apache indian performing rain dance at first light. and its obviously working as the rain is wetting everything, except me...
a day for dawn, a day for dogs. four human legs and eight animal ones, prancing proudly against the backdrop of shimmer. its a smile moment, those that I often have out here with a generous mother nature and a 'lightness of being'
a rise from pillow to purpose is easier every day now, just the unsettled uncertainty to capture something worthwhile, when the dark is getting darker and the light more illusive. still that's part of the mental battle, to do what I do without losing momentum when a photo fails to be good enough for me... its how things go and not each and everyone will crack the nod
but the sky hasn't fallen on my head yet, so each morning is each morning as it unravels...and other than a very sore set of thighs from yesterday muddy weather ride on gentleman bundy... am still thrilling with my morning's dawnings