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I waited as the sun rose through the clouds hoping the rays would burst through and as if on queue a group of geese flew across the view just at the right time. Perfect.
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A very ominous sky approaching Buxton from the north. The rays of sun nicely silhouette Solomons Temple, a 19th century job creation scheme. It chucked it down about 15 minutes later.
I've been wearing my knife pleated short skirts of late so I thought it time to wear a sunray pleated style.
Did you know that the number of sunlight rays visible in the photo can be used to determine the number of aperture blades in the camera?
We immersed ourselves once again in those natural wonders whose majesty evoked from all of us an awe and reverence reserved for only the most delightful, inspiring spectacle. We were but meek travelers, alone, surrounded by so many karst peaks as to effectively sequester us from any signs of civilization. The nestled valley was tranquil. And we continued along on our bicycles, in peace, stopping every so often to gaze like the inspired travelers we were, and to listen to the interminable quiet of nature.
After cycling through a series of undulating hills, our band at length reached the river over which according to the map we were to cross; that is, if there were a bridge. No walkway, however, could be found so we entrusted ourselves to the inhabitants of this verdant marsh, who eagerly offered their inveterate hands and bare feet to ferry us across such a watery expanse. An man whose weathered countenance was only matched by that of his diminutive bamboo raft volunteered to deliver us across the swarthy waters. I paid him and we set off, with our bikes in tow. Alighting from the embankment, we progressed rapidly downstream, on a course towards a makeshift pier on the far shore. Yet, the initially tepid waters then manifested their ferocity and rendered the offices of our guide as futile as if he were trying to stir a bathtub with a toothpick. To our horror, we crashed into a piling of stones but in the unfolding of the disaster we verily were relieved that our rickety craft had not dashed itself to pieces - it proved heartier than we thought. And with our feet back on dry ground and our safety assured, we mounted our bicycles and rode madly into the sunset.
As beautiful as a sunray pleated skirt can get. The length is perfect as is the fullness of the skirt. Too many sunray skirts are styled as A-line which takes all the swing and fullness out of them.
This was one of a number of such skirts sold by Karen Millen a few years back.
It's not apparent in the photo, but the skirt has a denim look to it, although the fabric is not itself denim.
Still no sign of anything on Sunray Travel's 479 other than Countryliner livery with fleet names removed.
Here's RL51 CXB, ex-Countryliner DP1.
Commercial Road, Guildford, Surrey.
Sunrays fighting their way through the fog in Downtown Vancouver BC. Rayos de sol tratando de atravesar la neblina and Vancouver BC
This is so appropriately photographed up toward the sky with the name and graphics of Sun Ray! All this petroliana is courtesy of Don and Ellen Morrow of Bethlehem, NH.