Friday, April 17, 2009

Red at night

I stood on the front porch talking with a neighbor, when I happened to look up and murmured under my breath, "Red at night, sailors delight". I heard this from my Grandpa. Now every time I see something like this, that little poem rises to mind. And although far from the sea, it really does still hold true.

1 comment:

T and S said...

One has to click to see the larger version of your image. Its breathtaking. WOW...Thomas