CFFC: Pastels

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Softness of coral, paired with misty green
creates tranquility, pleasing garden scene.

A sleeping dove captured by surprise,
reveals tender blue lidding the eyes.

The sweetest of pastels, pink light at day’s end –
water and sky, pre-slumber, gracefully blend.

(Photos from private collection, submitted here for Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: pastel colours.)

4 thoughts on “CFFC: Pastels”

Cee Neuner says:

September 26, 2018 at 3:41 pm

Thanks so much for playing along this week. I love your bird photo.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  September 26, 2018 at 4:12 pm
  
  Thanks Cee. I like him too. No wonder he didn’t fly away at my approach, lol.
  
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Olga says:

September 25, 2018 at 11:40 pm

Love the sleeping dove. Serenity in pastels.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  September 25, 2018 at 11:51 pm
  
  Thanks, Olga. I love that pic too – one of those flukes.
  
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