A wet season here means lots of mornings when the day hasn’t yet decided what it will do.
At 3000 feet, my place is inside the clouds as they hover between earth and sky, unable to rise above the nearby higher mountains of 5000 feet or more.
When they do begin to lift, the sun gets its chance in often spectacular ways. From the window over my kitchen sink, I get a great view of this brief beauty to the north-east.
Up my track and through the forest, the ordinary is illuminated by a lighting effects whizz.
Spotlit, backlit and highlit, alternating softening and scintillating lenses—trees and tussocks, bracken and bark, mud and puddles—all transformed.
What a start to the day—good morning, mountain!