15 October 2013
I love the sky at sunrise and sunset. In our woods surrounded home, you’d think we’d not get a clear view of the sunrise or sunset. But, we do.
Sometimes it’s not the colors in the sky. Sometimes it’s the light through the trees.
|Sometimes it's the light creeping under the trees.|
|Sunset out the back.|
I remember when I was a child reading a book that described the sky as ‘sky blue pink’.
|Sometimes sunset is sky-blue-pink plus the echo of the burning gold beginning to the day.|