It is the amber dawn that chases me as I wake before 6am once more and take my camera out to the field and set it up on a tripod and trepidation and make a harness for my morning in green thistle and thorn until you rise and I forget to click the shutter because you amaze me again with your beauty and before I know you’ve dispersed and I must wake again tomorrow before 6am to catch you in my camera’s eye.
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Forgive the intellectualising, but … love this.