
I have been known to think of winter as being shades of black and white, with perhaps a little grey and blue thrown into the mix.

What an eye-opener it was for me to be presented with evidence to the contrary as I walked along the river one late afternoon.

Such beautiful pinks and oranges, along with the blues and mauves.

For I had forgotten how a sunrise or sunset can add to winter's colour palette.

And things are not always as they seem.

Here was a reminder that we must continually look at the familiar in order to see the constant changes in what we might mistakenly believe is static and unchanging.
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