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BAGUIO FOG: Sunbeam Etchings on a Misty Morning


It was a misty
December morning.
Fog settled
everywhere
creating a canopy
of whiteness - 
an invasion of
sort by
puffs of cloud.


Sunbeam
pierced
the
blanket
of
opalescence.
Etching rays
of sunlight.




Creating a
highway to heaven,
and an illusory portal
to the universe.
The rings of sunlight
drew focus to tinges
of pinks & purples...
Beckoning for attention.


And how
could
one
ignore?

Such
mesmerizing
astral
beauty.



A visual
interpretation
of the saying,
Behind the
clouds
is the sun
still shining.

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all,Into each life some rain must fall-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,The Rainy Day, 1841




Snapshots by Russia Lei G. Egmalis 12.2007 
Picture Story by ~Lepan ♥ 2007
Heck Hall, Brent School Compound, Baguio City Philippines
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