A Thought:
I watched the sunrise this morning. As the tops of the trees were touched by light, so the shadows of night dissolved and hidden forms rose out of sleep and stood boldly and ready to face another day.
The scene never ceases to amaze me. It is the ancient story of life itself as it moves from being not seen to being seen, from being unconscious to being conscious, from night into the light of day.
I totally agree. A beautiful time of day.
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Thanks Vicki.
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What a poetic description of this lovely photo, Don.
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Thank you LuAnne.
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The clouds in the corner look like they were painted with a brush
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You’re right, Sandra, they certainly do.
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