Opening my eyes, I gazed at the dawn-streaked, still-dark sky, bare
trees standing in tall silhouette, with neighbors’ lights twinkling
through the woods. I headed straight for my studio, but kept the lights
off and stood at a window, studying each tree’s shape, lingering on the
many small branches and twigs revealing its unique “fingerprint” in the
sky.
I cherish these minutes before sunrise, when the woods and trees and
birds all seem to be holding their breath in anticipation of what is to
come. Quiet moments when the day’s work has yet to begin, and the
night’s softness blankets the world outside my door. Lights still off, I
took up my brushes in the quiet studio and started transferring
darkness and light to paper– a reminder of magical moments filled with
hope. The beginning of a new day.
