MORNING.

Morning.

I have spent countless hours over the period of eight months editing this picture…a process that involve…..revolving between …undone redo ….redone undo…..multicoatings….multilighthings……multifiltering….multilayering…

…multicoloring……..multitasking and the like….to perfection, so to speak.

In the small hour of one morning, I mulled over two possible title..”The Morning After” and “Morning has broken”…tried “Morning has broken” in text form…and ..

…Murphy’s Law set in…..I would rather quote….he quoted…If there is another way to do something…that something will be done in another way….(If anything can go wrong..it will)..

…and SO..

After 2 Royal stouts on the wee hour of the morning…..I click ‘save’ instead of ‘save as’

..having in place an irreversible “Morning has broken” on the bottom of the said picture

…regrettably with no recourse….and my MORNING will never be the same again.

It is 1.45 am…in the small hour of the morning…I post “MORNING” [as I type with one finger]…it maybe be way passed 2 am in the small hour of the morning when I finally posted this picture without correction ..and with much regret.

Enjoy it…nevertheless….

Morning has broken – Cat Steven

Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for them springing fresh from the world

Sweet the rains new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
Gods recreation of the new day