The Hour of Silence

We went down into the silent garden. Dawn is the time when nothing breathes, the hour of silence. Everything is transfixed, only the light moves.
― Leonora Carrington

Kelley Elizabeth Photography

New York & Connecticut Photographer

If we hang out on social media together, you may have seen the iphone version of these photos a week ago. Well, here are the Nikon versions. Nikon D750, 35mm f/1.4 at f/1.8, 1/4000 sec, ISO 160. Black & white and color adjustments tweaked in Lightroom.

Beyond the specs, I hope more than anything I can convey the feeling.

Dawn rose on what I anticipated to be a standard overcast and dreary day. Instead I walked past the window, still in my pajamas making a bee line for the sweet nectar of the gods (coffee, obviously), and stopped in my tracks. I was utterly mesmerized by the dance between the light and the shadows. There was a slight fog resting easy mid-canopy and the different tones of colors that moved between the beams of light set a trance.

I think my family has become used to me abandoning all in favor of grabbing my camera and running out the door without explanation. Not even shoes on my feet. They politely smiled when I returned and tried to explain myself. But I know.

Hopefully, you know now too.

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