I have a strange notion of beautiful, of course. Morning started dark, and has been gradually lightening, but only in the upper sky, which turned to cyan. The lower sky and the pasture were shrouded in dark clouds and fog and the whole stayed an indeterminite mass of dark grey that looked as if a cloud bank had eaten the pasture entire, leaving nothing further away than the bushes and trees just on the far bank of the little creek.
It's lighter, now, closer to true sunrise. The sky is a band of washed-out almost-white cyan, and the upper sky a cornflower blue; between them are ripples of dark grey clouds, and below the light areas of the sky is still the thick mass of dark grey clouds (which I think will not be as dark, when it's fully light, from the texture of them) and now I can just see the tree line at the far side of the pasture as a series of black silhouettes, hazed at hte bottom two thirds with the fog that (much paler grey now) still obscures the grass of the pasture.
Good morning; is it not gorgeous?
It's lighter, now, closer to true sunrise. The sky is a band of washed-out almost-white cyan, and the upper sky a cornflower blue; between them are ripples of dark grey clouds, and below the light areas of the sky is still the thick mass of dark grey clouds (which I think will not be as dark, when it's fully light, from the texture of them) and now I can just see the tree line at the far side of the pasture as a series of black silhouettes, hazed at hte bottom two thirds with the fog that (much paler grey now) still obscures the grass of the pasture.
Good morning; is it not gorgeous?