The Train Journey

It all began when I was driving from Leicester to Nottingham early one Sunday morning.  The sun was still rising and the light was changing as I drove.  Thankfully it is impossible for me to take photos and drive so whilst I was in raptures as the scenery rolled by, it remains only as memory.
Skip forward a few days and I am on an early train heading to that London and the same thoughts are running through my mind as I am gazing out of the window.  Luckily I was seated where I could see the sun rising so the phone camera was sprung into action.
There is something about the days getting shorter that makes light all the more precious.  Some days are gray and cloudy and the sun hardly seems to shine at all, but some days, like are bright and sunny and these are to be cherished.  Add to this my usual issue this time of year, I do not see my garden in daylight except at weekends so actually seeing some greenery and landscape feeds my parched gardening needs.
As the sun rose the bands of sky color were held in place by the trees.
The train shifted the position of the sun as it traveled.  The landscape moved up and down changing the light and making the sun more and less visible.


and created shadowy corduroy contours into the fields.
We were traveling at some speed at times making photographs more difficult to take.  We were almost at warp-factor speed here (well that's what it looks like to me anyway).
Houses came and went. On this journey I did not get to spend a lot of time with one of my favorite train past-times, noseying into peoples' gardens.  I love seeing the different sizes and styles of gardens whizz by.  This particular route is not very back-garden rich.
The countryside  give way at times to stations,
and reached our destination with trees still watching us, glowing amber, above the high walls of St Pancras.
I would have loved to have included photos of the way home, the sunset was equally stunning but I was sat on the wrong side of the train..... oh well, next time maybe...