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"Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all. "


I am a big fan of the changing of the seasons. The shift from summer into autumn - with winter peeking its head over autumn's shoulder - is a great time of year. Here you can see the mist slowly rolling over the hills at the back of Geilston Bay.

Thank You Samuel Morse
there was a bus
there was a bus stop
stop there was a bus stop
stop there was a bus stop stopped
stop there was a bus stop stopped dead
stop there was a bus stop stopped dead stop no bus
stop there was a bus stop stopped dead stop no bus stop
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KL said…
Again another great title. And of course a great shot of the picture. I think it was going to look more beautiful if the clouds had some definitions, but I think these clouds didn't have any.
23 March 2009 at 10:12
Debbie Courson Smith said…
Summer to autumn is my fave!
23 March 2009 at 11:44
Kris McCracken said…
KL, the light is also very low at this time of day, meaning less reflection on the clouds and mist.
23 March 2009 at 17:57
Kris McCracken said…
Diva, we've yet to hit that fantastic light that comes with Autumn, but I am ready and armed with my camera for when it arrives!
23 March 2009 at 17:58
yamini said…
It looks awesome in picture. I can only imagine what you must have felt on seeing it in person.

Mists are generally alluring as if they are hiding something in their midst.

And yes, the picture looks more like a painting with colour still wet!!!!
23 March 2009 at 18:15
Babzy.B said…
Beautiful sky indeed !
23 March 2009 at 19:14
Priyanka Khot said…
I am a big fan of change in season but the bouts of cold and cough and slight fever that accompany the shift bother me.
23 March 2009 at 19:53
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, maybe the feelings it evoked in me were tempered bay the fact that I was heading for the bus stop to go to work!
24 March 2009 at 10:08
Kris McCracken said…
Babzy, we've had some good ones lately.
24 March 2009 at 10:09
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, may this year be free of colds!
24 March 2009 at 10:09
yamini said…
Sorry about that!!! It happens to most of us. That is why I am a stringent believer of "Stopping and Smelling the Roses!!!" (I know it is not the right phrase but I am sure the meaning comes across).
24 March 2009 at 19:34
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, I hate going to work. I need an wealthy elderly lady to pay me money to listen to her ramble and stuff.
25 March 2009 at 08:37
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