I’m going to try not to comment much on the images I’ll include in this collection of morning snaps, but I feel the need to remark about the light here.
This vase of dried flowers sits on a bookcase at the back of the livingroom, an area of the house that doesn’t get anything in the way of direct sunlight during most of the fall, winter and spring. The rays captured here warmly illuminating the scene certainly had a long way to go to get to earth, but to shine on this little nook they had to bounce off the window glass from a house about a half-mile across the gulch on the hillside that’s topped by Micheltorena Street and come back here.
Needless to say, as the sun rises there’s only a limited amount of time before the angle of deflection changes and these petit fleurs are once again unilluminated. It’s one of this houses many momentary miracles.