I’m the kind of person who when I see something I think is stunningly beautiful, I can’t seem to take enough pictures to try to capture the explosions that are happening in my brain from the visual feast. When I was in Italy for several months in the late 90s, I took hundreds upon hundreds of photos – and developed them all! That was before the digital age. I’m sure now if I took the same trip, I’d blow through several memory cards…
This same thing happened to me this past weekend, when after I put Maya down to sleep, I went into the master bedroom on my way to the back patio so I could check on my plants. In between the curtains, one of the most striking sunsets I would ever see was trying to get my attention. I pulled open the sliding glass doors and gasped, and literally ran out to tell my partner and his son — “You’ve got to come see the sunset. It’s epic.”
I kept taking pictures, despite the interruption of the power lines. These don’t do it justice, but it gives you a hint of the plethora of colors you’ll find just by peeking up in the sky.
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