My brief glance out the window last night was rewarded with a gorgeous sunset. Brush-stroked by the combination of clouds and jet trails.
A short time after I had gone back inside I looked out the kitchen window and the clouds and jet trails had changed from golden to pink. So, back outside I went to capture one last photo.
“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”
~Rabindranath Tagore
Beautiful sunset, beautiful photos.
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Beautiful photos – sunsets over a vineyard, I’m envious for sure! I like how you described the contrails as brush strokes!
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Thanks Shelley. I still pinch myself to be sure this place is real and I live here.
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