Early Morning Drive

Going back to work put a big hole in my creative life. My artistic inspiration is currently centred around where I live. I paint there, make music, write, take my pictures … OK, I take pictures wherever I am because my Lumix is always (always) with me. That means that if I’m not driving, I’m free to take pictures and I have taken thousands (thousands) of road trip shots. I haven’t quite figured out road shots on the Fuji; it’s bigger and more sensitive to its conditions. The Lumix, however, and my Samsung come to think of it, both take very good road shots. Although, the Lumix is better.

So, I went back to work, but with my partner needing the car I very often get to sit in the passenger seat on my way to the bus. Perfect picture-taking time. Except when it’s dark at the beginning and end of the days. Not many good pictures in a moving car in the dark. Then, one day I realised that the sun was rising and out came the camera. I’ve come to enjoy those early morning drives.

Our favourite route. It's so pretty.
Our favourite route. It’s so pretty.
Puddles from last night's rain pick up the early delicate light.
Puddles from last night’s rain pick up the early delicate light.
Hidden by the hawthorn, the sunrise continues. Up ahead I should be able to see it.
Hidden by the hawthorn, the sunrise continues. Up ahead I should be able to see it.
The next curve should bring the sunrise into a better position.
The next curve should bring the sunrise into a better position.
I love how the roadsigns frame this.
I love how the roadsigns frame this.
The striations in the sky make me think of the sun reaching out fingers to pull itself the rest of the way.
The striations in the sky make me think of the sun reaching out fingers to pull itself the rest of the way.
This makes me think of the sun over the desert or the ocean ... floating in its own light.
This makes me think of the sun over the desert or the ocean … floating in its own light.
As we get closer to civilization, we see early movers out and about.
As we get closer to civilization, we see early movers out and about.
So beautifully lit, slowly earth and sky become brighter.
So beautifully lit, slowly earth and sky become brighter.
The horizon is only the first hurdle in a sunrise. Next, the houses.
The horizon is only the first hurdle in a sunrise. Next, the houses.
It feels like the sun has been held back, against its will, and will soon break free.
It feels like the sun has been held back, against its will, and will soon break free.
The grey clouds look like a sheet billowing on a clothesline.
The grey clouds look like a sheet billowing on a clothesline.
I just love this shot. The buildings, the trees, the clouds, the curve of the road, the wires cutting across ... it all just works.
I just love this shot. The buildings, the trees, the clouds, the curve of the road, the wires cutting across … it all just works.
And the day has started. What a good frame of mind in which to board the bus.
And the day has started. What a good frame of mind in which to board the bus.

Seems to me that even when the grey days seem to last forever, one early morning drive into such beauty can heal so much, make what is to come easier, more inspired. Inspiration for our art is all around us. It permeates our lives and our world if we are willing to step outside our comfortable creation zones and see it elsewhere.

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