A few weeks ago, I published a picture of the sunrise. The Trout Towne Tabbies suggested I take a picture of the sunset from the same location. It took me a while before I found myself there at the appropriate time, but here it is.
It’s a much more subdued sky this time, fitting for the end of a day. The sun is tired; he did a lot of burning during the previous twelve hours or so, and he’s ready for bed. The scene is less enthusiastic and more restful, weary.
The sun has had a tough time shining through the smoke from forest fires drifting from the west. Its light is more lurid; a deeper yellow during the day and orange or red in the mornings and evenings. I find it attractive, to be honest, but could do without it, considering its cause.
And now, after this solar interlude, we take you back to our regularly scheduled cats…