Once in a while, one has a sunrise like this one, the mother-of-pearl sky striated like a clam shell in shades of rose and gold and lavender. The waning moon is just rising - she dances alone and dreams of waxing once more, of springtime and greening and fullness and warmth. A few minutes later, and the show is over, the moon no longer visible against the intense blue bowl of early morning and the vivid sunlight pouring itself out across everything below. Call it a benediction...
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Brava
Aaaaahhhh........
This is a gorgeous photograph ~ the colours of the sky are incredible. Your words are beautiful.
It so sharp it brings tears to my eyes.
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