Unbearable beauty of lightness. Ghostly brushstrokes over frozen Lielupe at sunset.
You don’t need an LSD when water starts to play with sun and sky.
When after a few days of absence you finally get there.
Circles, lines, tiny pearls. When water meets water, a dance begins.
Terrace of my house is facing west. Sunset is a gift, I can capture each night with my mind’s eye and the camera lens. There are no two similar sunsets.
“One of the most beautiful effects of light on water is the way the sun forms a bright pillar as it is reflected off a large body of water towards the start or the end of the day.” Tristan Gooley
Sea always jollies me up. Especially this kind of view on Sunday.
“Rose-fingered dawn” said Homer. This morning I met her, actually I ran not to miss it, and took a bite of this beautiful morning. So glad.
“Everything seems open to the light, some subtle combination that has never been seen before and will never be seen again…”
Where clouds can finally see themselves.