A carols its’ welcome to the new day.
I love hearing birdsong on a spring morning.

A carols its’ welcome to the new day.
I love hearing birdsong on a spring morning.

This vista was worth more than all the gold I might care to own.

I reviewed some recent photos. This one is impossibly lovely.

Another day blazes into existence.

A farmers’ yard light is a tiny speck lost in the immensity of a field of corn stubble barely illuminated by a glorious dawn.
So it is with all of us, mere specks in the immensity of all that is.


I love the delicate pastel colours of a lovely winter morning. Isn’t this marvellous?

Behold: a glorious sunrise.

The morning following the sunset in the previous post graced us with a glorious sunrise.
It is good to be alive.

A brilliant, clear morning sky is most welcome after a lengthy series of overcast, sometimes gloomy mornings.
