To say that I’m not a morning person is generous. I am a monster for the first hour of consciousness each day – and I wake up without an alarm clock. Give me even a minute less than eight hours’ sleep, or force me awake with an insistent beeping noise, and I am a barely functioning monster.

The flip side of this is that I adore early morning. As a photographer, I prefer its light even to the magic hour of sunset. Morning has its own character; it is a living thing that whether you’re stumbling home or setting out, you’re fully aware of it surrounding you, watching you. Midnight may be the technical start of a new day, but you’re never sure until the morning that it’s true.

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