Morning meanderings

The colours this morning were startlingly clear and sharp, as we came over the cliff from our walk.

Straying a bit close to the edge, Kitty and I looked directly down to the mid-tide rocks...partially covered by the bluest sea, they were iridescent silver-greys and browns. 

I thought about glazes, and how I would like the glazing-process better if one could produce these shimmering  shades.

And I thought about how you would have liked to be here, but you aren't, and only Kitty and I saw them.

And that's ok too...