Amidst the fog, the day dawns in a blush of soft pinks along the salt marsh trail.
Summer’s pinks may already be a distant memory, but November still has its roses to offer.
Akin to a false sunrise, a blush of pink in the northwest sky is only a reflection of the sun rising in the east. It may be disorienting to walkers in deep woods who are without a compass and trying to find their bearings.
As they pale with the approaching winter, marsh grasses reveal subtle pinks at the bottom of their stems that were less noticeable during their green phase.
The blush of pinks and oranges at the tips of this weed growing in the gravel are reversed to the centre in its negative image. Whichever way you look at it, the landscape in November is still glowing, and has yet to lose her charm.
When a girl ceases to blush, she has lost the most powerful charm of her beauty.
~ Gregory I
Flandrum Hill 
It’s amazing what a person can see if she’s able to keep her eyes open at dawn. I wish I knew how to capture the midnight sky, the Bay in its necklace of distant lights, the lane in moonlight. Ah well. Imagine, if you will . . .
Gerry,I too have yet to learn how to capture the night sky. Imagination will have to do for now.
Lovely, lovely. Novia Scotia is becoming more and more alluring.
Yousei, it IS very alluring with its mix of forests and seashores.
The first and second of these photographs look like some of my husband’s paintings, so you know I love them.
Pamela, this landscape looks like it should be painted doesn’t it? Unfortunately, the climate doesn’t lend itself to open air painting of any sort. Even exterior home painting is difficult around here.
Delightful pastel shades that you captured beautifully. Yes, indeed, Novembre has its own enchanting colours and nuances.
Isathreadoflife, I think it is these nuances that make it so hauntingly beautiful.
Ah, to be able to see the world through your eyes, my friend! Thank you, yet again.
You’re welcome Joan 🙂
Beautiful once again….thank you for once more sharing the beauty!
Cindy, I don’t ever tire of it. It seems forever new. I’m glad you enjoy it too.
Just great. I love your blog!
Existential Poet, there is definitely something inspiring in these surroundings. Thanks for visiting 🙂
Beautiful images, and to me also a wonderfull silence.
Giid, the silence is a big part of the experience. However, at certain times of the day and week, the trail through the marsh is very busy and probably not at all as peaceful as in the early morning.
You live in such a beautiful part of the world. The photographs that you take capture so well the such special, transient moments of nuanced colouring in everything around you. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you Jessica. As wonderful as it is, your part of the world is stunning too, at least in how it is conveyed through the images you capture. We’re lucky to both live so close to the sea.
I’m thinking you are on a color theme pattern these days. From yellow to pink and beyond! The first photo is particularly stunning, but the subtle shades of “blush” are also alluring in their subtelty.
Kathy, yes it would appear that way. I can’t help it 🙂
The first photo is amazing, Amy. It makes me think that was what the First Dawn looked like. So beautiful.
Another reason for Thanks Giving.
Happy Holiday to all, tomorrow, officially or unofficially.
Best to all — Em
It would seem like that in my mind’s eye too Em. Thanksgiving’s long weekend in the US along with its connected launch of the Christmas season always makes me feel short-changed as a Canadian. I hope everyone finds much to be thankful for.