I remember getting up super early on this morning, I'd just returned to my home state of Tasmania after nearly 2 1/2 years traveling. I had my trusty #canon 600D ready to go. I didn't know what I was shooting, I just remember wanting to drive around the area I grew up in and take some photos.
When I got outside it was still dark. The moon cast a faint light as it broke through the very overcast conditions. My hopes were dashed for a beautiful sunrise.
I was up now though and still keen to do something so I drove along a stretch of the #tamarriver that I used to travel every morning on my primary school bus. The air was crisp and cool, there was no fog to be seen and the river was as still as I'd ever remembered seeing it.
As the sun broke over the mountains the clouds opened up just enough for me to pull the car over and experience this beautiful reflection all to myself.
My mum asked how I went. I told her about the sunrise as best I could with descriptive words and a big smile on my face. But it wasn't until I showed her the photos that her faint smile turned heart warmingly large.
This I think is one of the magical pillars of photography. In essence, a picture speaks a thousand words. It's a language that the whole world can speak ❤️ ...