I sat at the edge of a dock
Sunday, July 4, 2010
waiting for sunrise. But the clouds were a shroud, protecting the memory of a storm. So pewter became old sepia became the sweat heat of morning, and the day began before I could mark its start. I took this picture anyway.
7 comments:
Great clouds!
Yes, sometimes dawn creeps in, and we just can't see it, even when we are watching. So similar to the kindness of providence.
"Behind a frowning providence there hides a smiling face."
I love this one (and your new header as well). :)
Beautiful photos and beautiful words.
Beautiful! I agree with Priya: your new header looks wonderful, too.
The pewter is fabulous.
I hardly ever see the dawn, Beth. I feel lucky to have your words and your eye (and your camera) to capture that peculiar light.r
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