Morning Jack

I could tell by the light glimmering through my curtains that the fog had receded. When I opened the curtains I was prompted to grab the camera. Having the camera in my hand before I've cleaned my teeth bodes well for the day...

We were excited to get out with Logan to see how the world looked, not just to reconnect with the scenery but to assess Jack Frost's decorative skills. We relished the crisp crunch of our footsteps and the knowledge that no-one else had climbed to the high field yet - the frost undisturbed on the steps. Wandering along the ridge we greeted the sunrise and smiled at the bank of fog that still encased Edinburgh and the southern shore of the Firth.

The dank browns of dead undergrowth are given a new chance to dance with Old Jack's paintbrush. Better than any tinsel you can buy... Ubiquitous but wildlife friendly, the ivy spread out on an old wall catches my eyes with the added glamour of tiny ice beads...

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Tags: december, frost, jack frost, photography, sunrise
Posted on December 13, 2009 in Ponderings.
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