Lovely morning.

It was a lovely morning, the first clear morning in perhaps a week.

Spectacular.

A lovely, spectacular morning.

Soft colours.

Although I miss the very early sunrises of high summer, the lovely soft colours of September mornings before sunrise are marvellous.

A fantastic morning.

It was a fantastic morning to be out and about, and to witness this glorious scene.

Glorious.

I neither need nor want to say more.

Sliver

Water ponded in a field reflects only a tiny sliver of a gorgeous late winter dawn.

Reflects.

A distant house reflects early morning light as the full moon still shines high in the sky.

Low

I crouched low to get this insects’ eye view of a soybean field.

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Speck

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.

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Love; delicate

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

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