if only
I didn't have to work. If only I could get up in the morning, get dressed, grab my camera and head out to watch the dawn sky.
I sat in the bus this morning thinking how exquisite the morning sky is, how I would love not to be in motion but standing still, camera in hand watching the morning light change as the sun moves up in the sky. The buildings silhouetted against the slowly changing colors emerge as the contrast between the light and shadows balance.
This morning the shades of pink were mouthwatering. Rather than getting darker as the sun grew stronger, it faded into a color that defies description; a color you won't find it in a Crayola box, that's for sure.
If only.
I sat in the bus this morning thinking how exquisite the morning sky is, how I would love not to be in motion but standing still, camera in hand watching the morning light change as the sun moves up in the sky. The buildings silhouetted against the slowly changing colors emerge as the contrast between the light and shadows balance.
This morning the shades of pink were mouthwatering. Rather than getting darker as the sun grew stronger, it faded into a color that defies description; a color you won't find it in a Crayola box, that's for sure.
If only.
