Isn’t sleep amazing? Each day we lay down and lose conciousness for hours, sometimes up to 10 hours. It’s just part of life. Like everything in life sleep can be either a blessing or a curse. This is a photograph of when nighttime was a curse.
We went through a two year stint with Lily walking into our room several times a night. She was scared of the dark. Being awaken several times a night is an extremely good way to ruin your next day. Sam and I were groggy and grumpy for two entire years because of Lilys shenanigans. I had to work early in those days so I have many photographs of the morning after being awaken at 1, 3 and 5. This is one of them.
A favorite poem about early mornings
By Raymond Carver
I want to get up early one more morning,
before sunrise. Before the birds, even.
I want to throw cold water on my face
and be at my work table
when the sky lightens and smoke
begins to rise from the chimneys
of the other houses.
I want to see the waves break
on this rocky beach, not just hear them
break as I did all night in my sleep.
I want to see again the ships
that pass through the Strait from every
seafaring country in the world—
old, dirty freighters just barely moving along,
and the swift new cargo vessels
painted every color under the sun
that cut the water as they pass.
I want to keep an eye out for them.
And for the little boat that plies
the water between the ships
and the pilot station near the lighthouse.
I want to see them take a man off the ship
and put another up on board.
I want to spend the day watching this happen
and reach my own conclusions.
I hate to seem greedy—I have so much
to be thankful for already.
But I want to get up early one more morning, at least.
And go to my place with some coffee and wait.
Just wait, to see what’s going to happen.
-Canon eos 1n. Tri-x film. Tripod employed.