The sun's bright copper globe is momentarily cloaked as it rises in a mist of its own making.
By the time we turn around, the light is clear and golden.
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Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Thirty words a day, about walking the dog. Inspired by Clare's blog Once around the Park
Trédaniel plan d'eau
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- Up the road, afternoon.
- Down the road, evening (making up for lost time)
- Up the road, morning.
- Pause - rather more than 30 words.
- Up the road, morning.
- Hillion peninsular, afternoon (with Gillian and Ba...
- Up the road, evening.
- Trédaniel plan d'eau, morning.
- Down the road, afternoon.
- Up the road, afternoon.
- Up the road, afternoon.
- Down the road, evening
- Down the road, afternoon.
- Trédaniel plan d'eau, morning.
- Up the road, afternoon
- Up the road, afternoon
- Up the road, afternoon (Sunday).
- The old railtrack, Gare de Moncontour, afternoon
- Quessoy arboretum, afternoon.
- Cesson beach, afternoon, with Gillian and Barley (...
- Down the road, afternoon.
- Trédaniel plan d'eau, afternoon
- Down the road, morning, very early (Monday 30th)
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2 comments:
How gorgeously described -- and experienced, I assume.
Do you often walk early?
Not as often as I should - it was so delightful, and it's often the finest part of the day. I couldn't decide whether to go back to bed, then went and sat out on the terrace as the sun began to rise, and decided I should quickly dress and go out and catch the light, it's something I've often meant to do. I haven't sorted the photos out yet, but very ordinary things were quite transfigured...
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