The writer at dawn knows that there is something to be said
When the time is right.
She takes her cue from the pink prelude
To the next great rising.
The writer at dawn knows the blank page
Can too become tipped
With hues of now,
And of what is to come.
The writer at dawn knows that this is a beginning –
That shadows are created
Across the day,
And in this way,
The writer at dawn knows
To rise again tomorrow.
By Emma Hynes
This image and story are part of a project I have devised called There Are No Fixed Stars, my creative response to living with COVID-19 restrictions. On 22 October 2020, Ireland’s highest level of protective measures was invoked nationwide for a period of six weeks. Starting on that date, and continuing for the duration, I plan to capture a new image each day, and write a piece inspired by it. The only restrictions are that I take the photograph and write the text within this timeframe. To receive these daily posts to your inbox, you can subscribe by hitting the follow button to the right, and entering your email address. They will also be posted to my Instagram, Twitter and Facebook profiles; I may even read a selection on my YouTube channel. You can follow or subscribe to any of those at the links below. In a time when variety, stimulation and spontaneity are inhibited, my hope is that anyone who chooses to view or read these pieces might feel that they can travel while standing still, and that they might find something new in the today with the promise of more tomorrow.
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There Are No Fixed Stars
Day One – A Creative Response to Now
Day Two – Suspension
Day Three – From the Perspective of the Dahlia