I can’t truthfully say that I walk every morning. I can truthfully say that I walk many mornings. During my walk one day last week, I noticed just how beautiful everything was in the golden light, and decided to take along my camera the following morning.
Some days I walk down to the nearby marina. On this particular morning, the marsh grass and boats were highlighted by the rising sun.
This was the view to my right:
And a little further to the right:
The seasons are changing, temperatures are falling. I don’t really want to bundle up in all those layers, the earmuffs, the mittens and go out early for that walk.
But golden hour beckons.
I’ll be back in about thirty minutes.