Although I miss the very early sunrises of high summer, the lovely soft colours of September mornings before sunrise are marvellous.
It was a fantastic morning to be out and about, and to witness this glorious scene.
I neither need nor want to say more.
Water ponded in a field reflects only a tiny sliver of a gorgeous late winter dawn.
A distant house reflects early morning light as the full moon still shines high in the sky.
I crouched low to get this insects’ eye view of a soybean field.
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?