I’ll fess up -I’m really not a fan of mornings. As a perenial night-owl they’re really something I can do without.
Life being what it is, however, has decreed that I should see quite of few of these beastly things for the forseeable so there we are.
I’m not saying that 4am is necessarily a bad thing. I do, however, believe it should be approached with caution and from the otherside – ideally with a cocktail in hand.
So here we are. Ghastly things.
I’m the kinda gal who never leaves home without her camera. This has regretfully left me with a bad neck so I’ve tried to be good and leave most of the kit at home. I’m down to one body and lens. My neck is much better thankyouverymuch but my adorable little Italian handbag is looking extremely sorry for itself.
So I’m looking for a new solution. I’ll get there.
The irony if all of this is that I’m always in such a blasted rush I never get to use the bally camera in the morning. Everything I want to shoot I see whilst hurtling along some A road somewhere and apparently it’s really quite frowned upon to shoot whilst driving. Nope, not even with a camera. Who knew?
The other day I left extra early in the hope it would give me just a spot of time to stop and shoot. And it did.
My word, mornings are beautiful.