The sunrise this morning was rich in color. It was a changing palette in a short timeframe. One moment the colors looked like something apocalyptic, and the next moment a scene that would have been painted by Maxfield Parrish. I took several photos of the sky and the poplars as I walked to the bus station. I was thinking about my Dad and how he loved to photograph the sunrise in his day. I miss him.
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