IT’S just after eight in the morning in Loubejac and the overnight frost lies heavy on the fields.
Behind me the moon hangs low in the west and a wren hops from branch to branch, the sun has yet to rise but the day begins to stir (click image to enlarge).
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3 responses to “It’s just after eight in the morning”
Lovely photo – gosh you get up early Craig!
The four legged, wet nosed, dog shaped alarm clock helps 😉
More and more I think photography is the visual branch of poetry. Thanks for the lovely image