The sky was airbrushed with gloriously delicate hues this morning. I was compelled to stop, admire and give thanks, and share with you.
If you look just above and to the right of the centre, there is the fingernail, waning, almost gone, crescent moon.
This photo does not begin to capture this sunrises’ delicate hues. It was so lovely, and I would have preferred to continue watching it reveal its beauty.
Although I had to press on to work, I was so blessed to witness this.
I love the delicate pastel colours of a lovely winter morning. Isn’t this marvellous?
Clear skies overnight left an extraordinarily delicate layer of frost on the deck railing.
Amazingly delicate hues highlight an evening sky.
Extraordinarily delicate hues touch early evening cirrus, contrasting with the bold green of the cedars.
On a recent sunny morning, hoarfrost clung to the bottom edges of our siding. I wanted to capture its delicate beauty before it vanished. A short time after this photo, all was gone.
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