"Wading neck deep in a swamp, your revolver is neither use nor ornament until you have had time to clean it" Mary H. Kingsley (1897)

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Another Dawning: Part 3

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Picture taken at sunrise:  Kopua Monastery


Another Dawning: Part 2

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Picture taken from Southern Star Abbey, Kopua, New Zealand


Another Dawning

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Up with the lark..

Picture taken at Southern Cross Abbey, Kopua, New Zealand


Beginnings… And Endings

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A new day dawns.
And my stay ends…

Picture taken from Southern Star Abbey, Kopua Monastery, New Zealand


Wandering Westward: Monastic Light

 

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Picture taken as the sun rises over the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia at Holy Cross Abbey

 


Awaiting Dawn

“..they that watch for the morning..”

Sunrise at Kopua Monastery.
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Picture taken from the steps of Southern Star Abbey, Hawke’s Bay, New Zealand.


Dawn Patrol

Anu waits by the ATM. 
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Picture taken under a sodium light, at dawn in Fort Cochin.


Managing Inflation

Bicycle tyre maintenance in Pattalam, Fort Cochin.
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Exit Strategy

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The plan was a dawn ride to the lake shore:

A chance to capture sunrise over the water.

But nature is capricious.

Cloud entirely covered the sky.

Three fishing canoes came to divert us:

More than adequate compensation.

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So having photographed the boats, we headed back to home…

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Moonstruck

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Daylight and Moonlight by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

 

In broad daylight, and at noon,

Yesterday I saw the moon

Sailing high, but faint and white,

As a schoolboy’s paper kite.

In broad daylight, yesterday,

I read a poet’s mystic lay;

And it seemed to me at most

As a phantom, or a ghost.

 

But at length the feverish day

Like a passion died away,

And the night, serene and still,

Fell on village, vale, and hill.

Then the moon, in all her pride,

Like a spirit glorified,

Filled and overflowed the night

With revelations of her light.

And the Poet’s song again

Passed like music through my brain;

Night interpreted to me

All its grace and mystery.

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Dawn Traders

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Shops and road-side cafés in India are open for long hours.

By half past six in the morning – as dawn breaks – they are already busy.

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By seven o’clock,

Business is solar-powered.

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Morning Calls

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Too few the mornings be,

Too scant the nights.

No lodging can be had

For the delights

That come to earth to stay,

But no apartment find

And ride away.

Emily Dickinson

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From Shadow Into Light

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From night’s reflection to the dawning of light.

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Rorate coeli desuper et nubes pluant justum

Aperiatur terra et germinet salvatorem

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Pictures taken in my upstairs hall at dawn