. . . the colours and shades are intricate but fleeting.
Ilfracombe twilight
Sometimes the dying day blazes behind the Torrs . . .
The departing day blazes behind the Torrs
. . . and all I can do is . . .
Ilfracombe sunset
. . . marvel.
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Enjoy your postings…brilliant pics! Have always enjoyed visits to Ilfracombe and nice to check on how things are going there.
Thanks, Emilia. Glad you enjoy them.