Reflections: An Early Start

I have mentioned before that Mama K introduced me to the magic behind a camera. I owe a lot to this amazing woman and I am so grateful that photography is another hobby that we can share, whether we are at home thousands of miles apart, or off on one of our adventures when we do get together.

When we are together, it is not unusual for us to be up before the light of day, camera in one hand, and a hot drink of choice in the other, heading out to wherever to catch the first rays of a new day.

I am an early riser, always have been and hopefully, always will be! I have been known to be found out in my garden at 3:30am, puttering in the moonlight. It is never an issue for me to be up and ready for a photo opportunity at 4:30 or 5 am. There is something so peaceful, yet invigorating, in the quiet stillness of the very early part of the day.

When we lived out in the country, I would drive My Man to work in the morning. We would leave the house by 6:30 am at the latest, and I soon learned the value of keeping my camera with me at all times. I have caught a small kingfisher searching for his breakfast along a riverbed, been blessed to witness two bull elk practise their fight for the coming rut, watched a bear family amble through a field, and caught the glory of the early morning sunrise. There are so many opportunities to see the wonders of our world coming awake in an early start to the day.

Of course, the best part of an early start is the chance of spending more time with Mama K. I wonder if she has any sun tea on the go....