Do you remember that moment just before you are properly awake? You’re aware of the sounds but your eyes are still closed.
That moment between the dreams and the reality. The duvet warm and soft. The patient silence in the house. A silence broken now and then by a pipe groaning or a floor board stretching.
It’s still dark but the street lamp casts a faint orange glow onto the curtains.. I hear a car driving past and braking at the corner … and then a bird calling to the morning light or maybe to another bird.
I get up.
They are here but not yet present.
I love this moment. Everything is calm and quiet. Everything is to come. A new day starts but for just a couple of minutes it’s as though I’ve pressed pause…
They are growing up and the time I spend with them seems to be more and more precious- the morning it is just us. Half asleep, we follow the routine, breakfast, get dressed, pack bags, search for homework... every morning in some ways like every other. And yet every morning is different.
Yes, I push the ISO and yes juggling the white balance of the inside lights is a nightmare. But the moments we live don’t wait for beautiful light. So, neither will I.
#Before8h48 is to document our mornings. Photos taken before 8h48 every morning for a year. The routine, the dreams, our mornings, our lives. Moments don’t happen again. Neither do mornings.