In my poem Purpose, there are the lines:
The beauty in a sunrise is captured in the change;
the song of every sunset is rampant weeping strange.
Those lines are direct children of these photos.
- Beautiful morning!
- Same morning as the previous picture.
- Same morning as the previous picture, with a bluer sky.
- Huge vista here.
- Rough Ridge vista
- This is what it lit up!
- Catching a bird in a gentle sunrise.
- The moon on the opposite horizon from the rising sun.
- Glorious rays.
- Visiting my grandparents again. Not a bad place to visit. 🙂
- Visiting grandparents.
- Visiting grandparents.
- Visiting grandparents.
- Photo by Sierra Askew
- Incredible to wake up to…
- A quiet morning watching the day come.
- Picture from a moving car, maybe not the best quality, but it was stunningly beautiful and majestic.