I have never been able to choose between sunsets and sunrises as regards beauty and spectacle; they are so different, and each one of them is different from another.
Autumn is a great season for sunsets, as this rather fierce example shows when I look to the south-west, where the sky seems to be on fire.
But face north and that same sunset takes on more delicate hues.
Face straight ahead to Dooragan and gold lights the sky.
And burnishes the gently rippling river.
But on the same day the sun had made its entrance with great promise, if less dramatically.
It soon painted the sky and the sand with a glowing peach gold, while the land was struggling to share some of that light.
Such beauty at both ends of one day!
A free show, if we only look.
Glad you like them, Karen.
Poetic images and words as always, thanks, Sharyn.