Sky poem
The wide expanse of sky above me was just so lovely, early morning a week or so ago.
I have a whole series of shots of these cirrus clouds. Brushing the sky with their delicate, wispy, feather-like strokes.
It was altogether a very special moment. As if mother nature had written a poem just for me. Silence, except a few early-rising birds. One of those moments that make you feel simultaneously tiny, yet an integral part of the universe.
Don't forget to look up!
How lucky we are to experience and share in nature's beautiful gifts such as this.
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Sky poem
The wide expanse of sky above me was just so lovely, early morning a week or so ago.
I have a whole series of shots of these cirrus clouds. Brushing the sky with their delicate, wispy, feather-like strokes.
It was altogether a very special moment. As if mother nature had written a poem just for me. Silence, except a few early-rising birds. One of those moments that make you feel simultaneously tiny, yet an integral part of the universe.
Don't forget to look up!
How lucky we are to experience and share in nature's beautiful gifts such as this.
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