A Chilly Morn.

Aren't the early morning skies incredible at the moment? The view from the edge of our front garden looks down over Penryn and Falmouth, over the fields, eventually reaching the sea in the distance. Today it offered another glorious display of deepest pink and velvet blue as the light gradually broke through to reveal a bitterly cold morning.



The children sat on the back of the sofa watching the dawn break through the window and I grabbed the camera to capture the display before it was over.



The icy morning held light wrapped in frozen air, colours cast onto sea and land that shimmered and changed so quickly that it was hard to catch one scene before another evolved.



A softer rose and gold landscape with hidden charcoal depths emerged by the shore, the slumberous sea quietly rolling in its sleepy state, the waves barely breaking the chilled silence as they shifted against the rocks.



Even the quay showed signs of the cold with stars frosting the wooden sleepers lining the edge.



Amazing how cold air seems to mute the palate leaving a misted scene without the mist - does that make sense?



Of course, even the cold could not dampen the bright colours of the boats on the banks.



Keep warm won't you? x