The last time I went to the beach in the morning, it was amethyst and gold. This time, it was pearls. It was a sigh of longing for the sun which never quite rose.
I loved its gentleness, and the way it seemed to allow me space for myself, whereas the rich sunrise had been more domineering, drawing me out, giving me few moments to stand within my own quiet breath.
It wasn't long before the beach became busy with extroverts running, exercising their dogs, rowing. The soft light remained, but the melancholy feminine mood was broken. All those people using the space, instead of being in the space. All those women talking loudly to each other instead of listening to the ocean. They were doing nothing wrong, of course. But, at least for me, it was time to withdraw into the memory of morning peace ...
My apologies, these photos are the rejects of those I took; I am keeping the good ones for a project I'm working on. But at least they show the colours of the early day. I hope your own day is just the hue and tempo you most love.
If you like the sea-washed colours, you might enjoy Kerrie's weblog.