Great sunsets aren't all that common along the river. I've said that before—but it's true, and I feel better if I whine about it a bit every so often. We're tucked low, behind a fairly high hill to the west. It's all but dark down here long before sunset up there.
Sometimes, though, the late-in-the-day sky colors up—blazing orange or pink, lavender, magenta, turquoise, gold. Gaudy great swathes of incredible hues which change by the moment and seem determined to make up for some of those sunsets we don't see.
Yesterday's evening sky delivered such a show. We were just about to sit down, share a bowl of popcorn, and watch TV. Then I saw the sky beyond the high, great-room windows, and grabbed my Nikon. What you see is straight from the camera, point and shoot, full-frame, no manipulation other than removing a couple of dust spots.
Spectacular, huh? However, 90 seconds after I recorded this image, the color washed out into a sort of pastel rosy-yellow. Sunsets and painted skies wait for no one.
I got lucky…though I lost out on the first round of popcorn.