“Beauty in things exists in the mind which contemplates them.” – David Hume
The dawn makes me see these places in a different way, the merit will be above all of that suspended atmosphere that certain beginnings have, or because the fantasies of the night have not yet vanished, leaving room for the crude realism of the harsh light of the day.
I don’t believe there is falsehood, on the contrary, even in areas that we can define as critical for wild animals there are moments in which, shortly before, during and shortly after dawn, one perceives dreamlike visions. Vice versa, the presence of man is revealed in all its real impact during the central hours of the day.
They are faces of the same coin, one reveals to us how much an environment is strongly conditioned by civilization, the other offers itself to our gaze in all its most vivid fascination.
