When I first began thinking about this observational strand of my blog last summer, I decided to take a photo of the maple tree each Monday morning when I woke up at 6:25 a.m. I figured that if I did it right away, I wouldn't get distracted by other things. After all, mornings are a busy time around here.
That plan seemed perfect in July. But by mid-September, I knew I was in trouble. By then, the days were no longer starting at 5:30 a.m. or even 6:00 a.m. And I knew the darkness would only deepen as our side of the world continued to tip away from the sun.
What would I do? Well, ur, cheat—just a little bit. For the last couple of months, I've been taking some of the Good Morning, Maple photos on Sunday—the day before I post them.
But I didn't cheat today. I snapped the top photo just moments after I stumbled out of bed. The flash makes the sky look darker than it really was.
I took the bottom photo at 7:00 a.m., just after my husband left for work. The play of the light off the new fallen snow makes the sky seem lighter than it really was.
See why I cheated. Photos taken in the early morning light just aren't realistic—at least not with the digital camera I have.
Why am I suddenly confessing? Because today is the Winter Solstice. That's big news around this house where nobody likes to rise before our friend the sun.
From now on, each day will stretch a little bit longer. We won't really notice the difference at first, but we’ll know it's happening.
I don’t know about you, but that makes me feel a little bit better about everything.
Happy Solstice to you all!