Friday, 3 February 2012
A Golden Morn.
How beautiful this weather is: cold, cold, cold with golden light and signs of the coming spring all around. The cold is preferable to rain as far as I'm concerned but mittens are needed for sewing as my fingers get so chilly. The sunrise this morning caught my eye and ceased the school run preparations for just a moment.
It felt so good to bathe for the shortest while in that rich golden light before the icy air chased me back indoors.
I love the almost misty quality of these bronze-burnished branches against that soft blue.
I grabbed the camera on my way out and popped down to one of my old haunts. Penryn River is somewhere I have posted many photos of in the past and it felt time I visited again to capture the early morning light on this pretty spot.
Soft; golden; misty; ethereal...
poetic words drifted through my mind echoing the lazy flight of the river birds as they glided over the frozen banks.
And look just how very frozen those banks were. It always intrigues me to see such hard frost so close to sea water, but look how the sun has gilded the tips of the trees with its Midas touch.
Beautiful Cornwall at her best.
And now I must leave the river and return to work, albeit with a poorly little Isabella and her very chesty cough to keep me company, poor soul.
I hope you enjoyed a Friday morning nostlagia trip along the river banks. x