I really used to hate mornings.  Really.  Mornings just weren’t my thing at all.  I didn’t even really understand why the day started at 8am, when my day usually started closer to 11am or later.  My nights of course extended out even further.

But then this weird thing happened.  For nearly a year, I had to get up everyday at 5am.  Don’t get me wrong.  I still hated it.  No one likes getting up early in the morning.  Nobody.  But somehow with this new point of view, I started to see that the light was more interesting early in the morning and that one tended to get a lot more done when one got out of bed at the late hour of 7am, rather than around noon.  I can’t remember the last time I actually slept until noon.

Well, the morning, it does bring us magical light.  And photos: