AT DAWN...

AT DAWN by Henri Frederic Amiel (1821-1881) ("Amiel" is Hebrew, meaning "God is with my people", or "People of God") He was a Swiss philosopher, poet and writer...

If every day is a repetition of life, every dawn signs as it were a new contract with existence.

At dawn everything is fresh, light, simple, as it is for children. At dawn spiritual truth, like the atmosphere, is more transparent...

Like the young leaves, drink in the light more eagerly, breathe in mor ether, and less of things earthly.

                                               If night and the starry sky speak...

...to the meditative soul of God, or eternity and the infinite,

the dawn is the time for projects, for resolutions,

                                           ...for the birth of action...

While the silence and the 'sad serenity of the azure vault' incline the soul to self-recollection,

the vigour and gaiety of nature spread into the heart 

...and make it eager for life and living.

                                            Spring is upon us!

Primroses and violets have already hailed her coming.

Rash blooms are showing on the peach trees

     The swollen buds of the pear trees and lilacs...

point to the blossoming that is to be.

                 The honeysuckles are already green.

Photographs 2026