The rolling hills are brown and the water green.
The purple shadows fall in the deep ravine.
As the light retreats beyond the pale blue sky,
A small red fishing boat drifts slowly on by.
I watch the contour of the wind upon the sea,
As a flock of white birds float just beneath me.
A setting sun reflected in the yellow sage,
A dim magenta cast falls on nature’s stage.
A wisp of pink cloud to crown the lonely view,
Now,
Dial in the Aperture,
Set the shutter speed,
Adjust the ISO,
Select the focus point,
Add some exposure compensation,
Click!
And I smile as I record this brilliant hue.