Matin

Matin 2011
10 x 7.25 inches soft pastel on Willis pastel paper

Oftentimes in the morning I wait for my bus in a light fog (the weather, not me), which burns off as the sun climbs higher into the sky.  This is especially true in late summer early fall, when the air is cooler than the ground. 

I live far enough north (in southern Canada, but still north as far as latitudes go) that the sky is light about an hour before the sun actually rises. Such was the case one mid-September morning.  So here I am waiting for the bus to come round the corner minutes after sunrise, when the sun is still hidden behind the trees, waiting to burst onto the scene.

A magical time, this liminal period between dark and light.

TTFN