Birch at sunrise Ice pattern on a skylight window. Columns of smoke rise unperturbed over the misty town. Above the horizon, a grey cloud glows with a border of gold and a rosy flush tells of sunrise. Here comes the sun.
Water droplets shimmer on fine branches of birch. My cameras see differently but neither can catch those tiny points of light .
Water droplets shimmer on fine branches of birch. My cameras see differently but neither can catch those tiny points of light .
By 9.12 am a pall of sunlit mist hangs over the River Kent. I should be up on Scout Scar instead of playing with abstract images. How about this one, in the manner of Turner? And dedicated to Frances.
Below the ice-fronds on the skylight, water droplets gather. Like a river with speckled fish.
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