The cold returns and winters here. Moisture laden air coats branch and leaf, then freezes as the sparkling night drags on. Jupiter shines bright, low in the million starry sky. Moon shadows coat the crisp crunchy landscape. Morning comes and, through clear sub-zero air, the sun rises and bathes bejewelled hedges with a golden light.
Posted by: The Malt House | November 25, 2010
Golden sunrise
Posted in Autumn/winter | Tags: England, Landscape, photography, prose, shropshire, Sunrise
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