When the setting sun reaches a certain angle, it lights up the distant hills while the rest are already cloaked in shadow.
At this time of year I stay close to the window and also keep my ears pricked for the calls of geese..
It’s the lovely, mournful sound of Fall.
That night was a pretty sight... Everything bathed in a pale pink light.
In just a few hours great excitement as the sun prepared to leap back above the horizon.
Painting the woods gold and chasing away the moon.
Then a great mist rolled in…
…but in no time it burned off
Though spiderwebs were still a bit damp…
…and one or two other things…
When I play with the macro lens, sometimes I get surprising results:
Surely such a precise and perfect design (Egyptian almost?) cannot have happened by accident? Yes, yes, it’s all mathematics, but how and why…the questions are endless…
Nature is the artist I admire above all others
The greatest artist is the nature. Sun supremo 🙂 Beaut images Yeti.
Narayan x
How amazing are those last few images Carolyn! Equally as amazing as evening and morning differs, I suppose when looking at your stunning pictures 😲.
Supercalifragi……whatever……great photos. Love them!