A bitterly cold November morning in Swanage, but the sunrise delivered warmth the air couldn’t. The sunrise couldn’t have been kinder. A soft glow of colour, calm water, and the quiet beauty of the old broken pier.
A bitterly cold November morning in Swanage, but the sunrise delivered warmth the air couldn’t. The sunrise couldn’t have been kinder. A soft glow of colour, calm water, and the quiet beauty of the old broken pier.
Atomium. Lights and nothing else.
Atomium. Lights and nothing else.