The moods of our place are magical. It's the light. The light plays with us regularly. It's different throughout the course of the day and also depends on the weather. Mornings are special. Light reflects through our open front door. It sneaks through the lace on the transom. It kisses our stone and speaks to Monsieur Winkelmann. I wouldn't be surprised to hear them playing La Vie en Rose one morning without me!
Y'all will laugh at me-I was just thinking I should go back and count how many times I've written on the blog: "mornings are my best time of the day no matter where in the world I am"! The light is special, Keith! I can't imagine you have any "horrible" photos!
Posted by: Laury Bourgeois | July 22, 2010 at 04:32 PM
You know how much I love both these photos! I'm a morning person and I love that too. It's the very best time of day.
Posted by: Evelyn | July 22, 2010 at 03:21 PM
I must learn to try and appreciate the mornings,.. :-)
Posted by: anne | July 22, 2010 at 01:11 PM
Morning light is very special, isn't it? The least horrible of my horrible photos have been taken in the early mornings.
All the best
Keith
Posted by: Keith Eckstein | July 22, 2010 at 09:59 AM