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The morning sun over Storm Bay. Calverts Beach, South Arm Peninsula. January 2012.

Watery Wednesday today and we celebrate with a Watery Wednesday today and we celebrate with a shot of the lovely (slow rising) morning sun over the water as it starts to burn off the cloud. This one was taken down at Calverts Beach, and you can see Storm Bay out to the south of South Arm Peninsula.

I understand that it got its name when Abel Tasman was forced by a storm to take his ships out to sea before they could anchor back in 1642. No storms on this morning though!

Comments

Rinkly Rimes said…
What a lovely swirling effect. And so pristine.
Margaret said…
Wow! How does one top this for magnificence?
Carola said…
Incredible scenery. Amazing clouds, there is so much energy in it. And indeed a dangerous sun shot. The rays are fantastic.
Jessica said…
Beautiful,love the high wispy clouds :) thanks for sharing.

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Unknown said…
So very beautiful.

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