Don't get me wrong, I still groan and hit the snooze button when the alarm goes off each morning, but once I force myself up and out the door I find a peaceful start to my day.
I am a night owl by nature, so imagine my surprise when I realized how much I enjoy my morning trek to work. It's dark and quiet when I leave the house at 6:30. Houses are dark and so are the streets. There's plenty of time to think, watching the steam rise from the nearby factory stacks. I ride the bus downtown; it's just a short wait, enough time to stop into Michelangelo's for a great cup of coffee if I need a boost. Then it's on to the second leg, the best part. Rolling passed Lake Monona. This time of year, in the early morning light everything is gray and flat. The gray lake stretching out to meet the gray sky with silhouetted bare tree branches crisscrossing the scene. And that's what it's all about. Patterns. The pattern of the branches, the lines on the ice as it starts to form, the spots of color from ice shanties on the bay side where the ice has already thick. I look forward to this time every day, a long quiet stretch to slowly gather my thoughts and take in the beauty that I could so easily pass by. Don't get me wrong, I still groan and hit the snooze button when the alarm goes off each morning, but once I force myself up and out the door I find a peaceful start to my day. Great post! Very poetic about the quiet beauties of early morning. Unlike you, I prefer this time of day; the world still seems at peace, awake but relaxed. Or maybe I am describing myself. I also like that way you mention the patterns of winter landscape. Sort of like an etching--stark but full of detail. Your photos are well-chosen, but I'd love to see what you would choose to photograph at that time of day. 12/13/2014 05:23:56 am
I also wanted to say that I feel much the same way about my morning bus ride to work. I so much look forward to the stretch where we get past the office buildings and factories and I can see the Mon River stretch out between the yellow bridges. Every day the mood is different. Best part of the commute.
esolomon
12/13/2014 11:48:51 am
You read my mind! I'm eager to get out and take some photos of my own. I'll need to catch the early bus or maybe drag myself up on the weekend. I'll be sure to share them. The lake ice is also interesting at the end of the season when it's pushing up along the shoreline into great shelves. Comments are closed.
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