Wow!
I’ve just sat down to write a post and glanced out of the window. The sky has gone pink but it’s foggy. What’s that all about?
The light is amazing. Now I can’t stop gawping out of the front and back windows. My poor head is twisting from left to right like I’m at a tennis match. I’ll be getting a crick in my neck at this rate.
Back in a mo….I’m going for another gawp.
Yup, still pink. Ain’t nature wonderful?
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so beautiful!
It was, Daniela. I couldn’t stop looking at it. Thanks for dropping by, please come back anytime.
Sounds beautiful! I’ve only ever seen pink clouds but nothing as ethreal as pink fog :0)
Chrissie, It was gorgeous. One of the advantages of living on t’ moors
Ok without giving away your location, where is it foggy and pink?
I live high on the moors in Heathcliff country NW UK. Actually only about half an hour away from the village of Haworth where the Bronte sisters lived. Even up here though it’s unusual to get pink fog. We get plenty of normal grey fog. And rain. And wind. We get a lot of wind (trying and failing at not behaving like a twelve year old boy and saying *parp* )