For The Fallen

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.


There was a lovely sunrise this morning and I thought of this stanza - so I nipped outside and grabbed some shots.
The surprise colour in the evening wasn't quite as impressive - but it fits more in line with the words which is why the better shot is in the extras.
(The other shots are over here).