Bladed Grass, Cold Dew

Rising from my tent beside an alpine lake, I was happy to see tiny lenses of dew jewelling the foreshore meadow. After enjoying the quiet for a time, I set up my tripod and photographed the grasses with a macro lens. As I worked, morning light gradually found the valley.

The stillness that can sometimes be found in Nature amazes me: even as the lake was touched by sunlight and tiny fish began to jump, these grasses remained motionless. It was as though the meadows had paused mid-breath, and might at any moment spring back into motion. I worked quickly and quietly, not wanting to disturb the silence, not wanting the alpine meadow to stir with the presence of Man.