Last Friday I spent a very happy (but cold) hour at the top of a hill, watching night turn to day. The dawn came with an add-on attraction of rolling mist.
In the east, all golden glow and wisps of mist
To the south, a more modest blush and a veiled valley
And cold blues chasing the moon away into the west
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Well worth braving the cold!
I’m not one to go out at sunrise, but maybe if this were my view it would change my morning habits. Beautiful.
Oh, that was lovely. I’ll bet it was peaceful and still, as well.
You have my admiration for getting up so early. I have trouble dragging myself out of the sack on these cold mornings, I must admit. Still, looking on the bright side, spring’s just around the corner, isn’t it? No, I suppose not really…
Nice photos, by the way
(They were worth getting up for!)
ST, dawn is not so early at the moment
Beautiful photos – very inspiring, I’m now motivated to get up early myself!
That was a very tall hill. I expect that’s how fell-running got started. Someone realized the sun was about to come up, and it was going to be just too beautiful to miss . . .
There is nothing lovelier than mist flowing through a vale.
You may well be right Gerry. I’ve had some stunning days up in the hills when out running.
Lovely!
Dedication is the name of the game as Roy Castle used to sing. I like the second photo best. It was well worth a chilly wait.
Fascinating that they were all taken same place, same time and yet were so different. Where is north though? I had certain expectations.
North was looking rather low-key.. although it will feature in the next post.
Your photos here from that magical morning with the rolling mist: Stunning – and incredibly beautiful. It’s almost hard to find words that can describe these pictures!
So: Thank you!
And: I wish I had been there that morning!
It was a pleasure truels
Wonderful photos! xx
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