We are morning people.  We figure we’ve seen just about every sunrise of our fifteen years here.  What was born out of necessity a long time ago, getting to work, has become habit, with a little pathology thrown in.  I just can’t sleep late; I always feel like I’m missing something.  Case in point: this morning.  A rose and lavender pre-sun scene on the beach.  Would have hated to miss this.  Didn’t miss it.  This photo was taken at about 6:50 a.m.  The sun came up about 7:09.  Good walk, then thorough watering of the garden, which is doing very well, thank you.  Breakfast, some work in the studio, and then The Baby was here, and everything else was suspended.

Mornings here are about the light more than anything else, the differences throughout the year as the sun tracks south and then back north.  This time of year it begins to illuminate the little kitchen from off the water.  With the front door open you can look out from the kitchen to see the ocean.  At the Summer Equinox the sun exactly lines up with the path down the dune to the beach and fills the whole front of the house with light, carving neat textures in the stucco walls.

Any significant work needs to get done before noon, I think.  As we move into summer that has to do with the heat, of course, but also the texture and feel that morning provides.  It’s probably about renewal, I guess, rebirth, the excitement of beginning again.  We got up at 5 a.m. a long time, but now it’s more like 6.  That means that by 9 p.m. we’re pretty tuckered out, even with the obligatory nap thrown in.  That’s alright, too.  We are not night people.