Angel Of The Morning
The Pretenders Version
Maybe the sun's light will be dim
And it won't matter anyhow.
If morning's echo says we've sinned,
Well, it was what I wanted now.
And if we're victims of the night,
I won't be blinded by the light.
Just call me angel of the morning, angel
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby.
Just call me angel of the morning, angel
Then slowly turn away,
I won't beg you to stay with me
Through the tears of the day,
Of the years, baby baby baby.
This is a reworked 8 shot pano from a few years back. Shot from Mrs Macquaries chair in Sydneys botanical gardens. The sun had only just broken the horizon, over my shoulder. I love shooting away from the rising or setting sun....sometimes the best light is happening in these parts of the sky and on buildings. Hope you like "Angel Of The Morning"...cheers, Mike
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