I’m not a morning (photography) person. In the morning, I am usually pretending to be too busy doing stuff to be wasting my time taking photos. So consequently when I checked my photo archive for the Lens-Artists Photo Challenge — Morning, my morning photos were few and far between. I normally start to take a few photos around midday, you know, to further avoid actually doing anything “productive”. My photography tempo picks up early afternoon, peaking between 3.30pm and sunset. That’s because by 3.30pm, I’ve convinced myself that it is now too late to actually do anything concrete, for example, like starting work on whatever art project I happen to be contemplating at the time.
My favourite avoidance morning activity is to read a few blogs and drink coffee (several). However, my True Love has now taken over my pretend work space (the kitchen table) as his home office. Consequently, I now have to drink my morning coffee outside, usually on the front doorstep, and since I need something to do with my hands, I take my camera with me and pretend, like, I’m a photographer or something. Here are some rare morning photos of a few shady characters in hi-vis and some words to go with them.
Drinking coffee and admiring flowers in the morning.
Quietly hold my breath and hope no one walks past.
Juvenile Eastern Rosella drops by for breakfast.
Where have you been all my life?
Parental supervision a must. Keeps a low profile at first.
Ready, set, go. Charge it up.
Colours of the rainbow.
Brightens my morning. Absolute joy to behold.
Worth taking photos in the morning.
My True Love took some photos of crimson rosellas the other morning. However, unlike eastern rosellas, crimson rosellas are really afternoon birds. They glow in the setting sun. Another time maybe.