IT'S just after eight in the morning in Loubejac and the overnight frost lies heavy on the fields.
Behind me the moon hangs low in the west and a wren hops from branch to branch, the sun has yet to rise but the day begins to stir (click image to enlarge).
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Lovely photo - gosh you get up early Craig!
Posted by: Robin Hicks | 11 January 2012 at 10:22
The four legged, wet nosed, dog shaped alarm clock helps ;)
Posted by: Craig McGinty | 11 January 2012 at 17:28
More and more I think photography is the visual branch of poetry. Thanks for the lovely image
Posted by: Emma Calin | 12 January 2012 at 18:04