Last evening gave us a brilliant sunset.
J and I had gone to TKD, Home Depot, dinner and were heading home. The drive back was very entertaining.
To my right, the sky caressed a soft and buttery orange sunset. At the fringes hung small puffs of soft, pink wisps. I was captivated.
Then J pointed out the clouds to the east: billowing, long, reflective clouds of pink dusted with lavender with the largest glowing a radiant yellowish orange in the center. These few showy clouds covered miles of thankful territory.
I had to have a picture, particularly of the pink clouds. We raced home; I ran inside and got my camera. Too many trees at home, we went back out, seeking higher ground in a different neighborhood.
We rounded the corner, raced up the hill.
And promptly realized the lights had been turned off. Nothing ablaze. Intensity asleep.
Instead of our treat, we saw blue on blue puffy clouds, much likes these as painted by John Constable. Constable is a noted clouds/landscape artist, but we were on a mission to see something more in the noted atmospheric painter, J.M.W. Turner, spectrum.
Kind of reminds me of a Jimmy Buffett line. Of course.
I'm turning off the waterfall; the tourists can go home
Clouds go night night and I go home with no pictures.