To the New Day

I hadn’t been to Forest Beach to see the sunrise in a long, long time.
And yesterday’s rising, did not disappoint.
At that early hour, you could juuust make out the shapes in the far osprey nest in the marsh.
By the time I had made my way down to the shore, the sun had cleared the treetops and was lazily hovering over the houses that line the beach.
Its glowing radiance echoed in the gentle waves spilling toward shore…
In the windows of a nearby beach house…
And on the bellies of the stints that were feeding and preening at the water’s edge.
It was the kind of sunrise that made you so grateful for the quiet.
The kind you can only truly relish, when all is still and hushed.
When I finally headed back to my car, I could see the sun out beyond the marsh, continuing its slow rise through the hot, humid air.
Oh to be an osprey, I whispered, Out there in the marsh!
Well it’s official.
I need more hours in the day to share with you the incredible Beauty that I find here on Cape Cod.
Every time I step outside with my camera, it’s there. Right there in front of me.
Like most of us I wear several wide brim hats – custom milliner, Old Friends sponsor, Marmee’s Mom, my Mom’s primary caregiver – I am determined to FIND those moments to do just that.
It’s that important. ❤