The day before the gray day, there was a glimmer of hope for a beautiful sunset.
Blue sky and lots of sunshine.
There was a slight haze creeping upward, thawing ground, some humidity.
Problem was, no clouds.
Sunsets need clouds. It’s what gives them color, shape and form. There was a hint of clouds on the horizon, but possibly just enough to make the sunset, nice. That was a nice sunset.
Without clouds it’s just a bright yellow / orange object in a sea of blue. Nice, but not what I want.
I killed some time, I always do. Waiting for the right time, the right light and that right moment when everything comes together.
As the sun lowered, the haze rose, the clouds crept eastward.
A short window of opportunity before the light changed.
By now I knew the sunset was going to be, nice. I poked around, moved around, uninspiring at best.
The moment came, I took a shot, then another.
Then I left.
