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Fog over the paddocks at sunrise, Arthur River |
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Fog over the sea at sunrise, Albany |
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Golden sunrise, Kojonup |
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Another misty dawn, Arthur River |
Psalm 19
For the director of music. A psalm of David.
1 The heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
2 Day after day they pour forth speech;
night after night they reveal knowledge.
3 They have no speech, they use no words;
no sound is heard from them.
4 Yet their voice goes out into all the earth,
their words to the ends of the world.
In the heavens God has pitched a tent for the sun.
5 It is like a bridegroom coming out of his chamber,
like a champion rejoicing to run his course.
6 It rises at one end of the heavens
and makes its circuit to the other;
nothing is deprived of its warmth.
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Twilight, Cranbrook |
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First stars of the night, Cranbrook |
I've been walking and driving a lot at sunrise and sunset in the short days of winter.
Sometimes all I could see was pitch dark on either side of my high beams on the highway. Then I'd notice the pale glow of a gibbous moon hovering on my left, and a spotlight from a tractor would wheel below, as a farmer seeded his paddocks.
This was peace.