Once a year, in September, the writing group to which I belong goes on a weekend writing retreat. We write, read, wander about, share, and generally enjoy ourselves. I also take photos, not of us writing, but of everything else that catches my interest. And morning dew always catches my interest.
On Sunday morning, I woke up before anyone else and, after a cup of tea, I planned on going back to sleep. But I couldn’t ignore the view out the window. It was misty—I couldn’t resist. Out the door I went.
The mist was a bit disappointing, might have been better if I had gone out earlier, but the dew was worth getting wet feet. The feature photo, above, was taken as I hiked up from the river bank. If you are looking at these photos on your phone you might want to enlarge them to really enjoy the dew.
Here’s the B&W version.
Here’s a closeup in colour.
And in B&W.
And closer yet.
Even short cut grass looks good covered in light and dew.