The sky was dark--that blue black characteristic of early mornings. Yet a small patch of sky in the southwest exuded azure, while a few large puffy clouds--errant children racing back to their mother storm now off to sea-- reflected a soft pink.Realizing my photos (even with the night setting on my camera) did not capture the intensity of the blues and blacks, or the preternatural softness yet simultaneous brilliance of the pink when set against the sky and shadowed trees, I ran outside again to capture the scene.
Yet the sky had changed.
And a small plane appeared above, its landing lights on as it approaches Philadelphia Airport.
And I realized that I was fortunate to take a break from life and see the ethereal.
nice! love the colors too. here it's ALL GREY, except for the american goldfinch and occasional cardinal.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Alicia! I heard it is cold in Texas. I miss seeing all of the birds... We have Slate Junkos, sparrows, black-capped chickadees (aren't they adorable?!), a few winter wrens, and an occasional cardinal, which never stays put long enough so I can take a photo of it against the snow.
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