Field Notes · No. 04

The quiet hour
before the world
wakes up.

I drove out before sunrise, the roads still empty, the air thick with mist. There was nothing to photograph and everything to photograph — a single tree, a low sky, the slow return of light.

These frames are from that morning. Look through them, mark the ones that stay with you, and send them back to me. I'd love to know which ones spoke.