Posted on December 30, 2018
I love the quiet time before the city rouses itself. No horns, no sirens, only ths soft sounds of sleep slinking off.
Posted on August 2, 2016
For me there’s nothing, absolutely nothing, that equals the color of the early morning light caressing the rocky shores of Maine.
Posted on August 20, 2015
Early in the morning, almost anywhere high in the hills, fog can form in the creases.
The myriad tones of black and grey play a quiet, welcoming melody.
Waiting for the sun to rise.