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After sunset, looking down the cove at Greenwich Bay (RI). I missed the bright colors while I was grocery shopping this evening, but this was lovely in its own purple way.

Click on the photo and find the landing light of an incoming plane headed to Green Airport!

L'heure bleu

Brushneck Cove, Warwick; taken from my car on the way home last night.

Better late than never

The best part of tonight's sunset occurred when Kevin and I were in the parking lot at Target, putting bags in the back of the Santa Fe. It was … panoramic and multicolored and stunning. I nearly wept that I couldn't capture it with my camera, which was at home.

This is what was left after we brought the groceries in. It was pretty in its own way, like a lingering memory.

What Kevin saw

The fiery edge of night: He caught it!

Hurtling at 70 mph down 95 South this evening, I grew frantic: The sun was setting and the sky looked sublime, with a large dark cloud cutting straight across a melon-hued sky above the sun. Where the contrasting shapes met, an edge flared as if afire.

I speed-dialed Kevin at home: "Grab my camera and go outside. I think this sunset will be a good one." I told him how to turn off the automatic flash on my Canon G-10, and hung up.

It's a seasonal aggravation: As the days shorten, I can't beat the sunset home. Can't capture those colors and contrasts and flares as I drive.

Luckily, tonight there was a new eye peering through my camera, the fresh sensibility of a 17 year old. While he aimed at approximately the same elements I generally do, I believe Kevin saw them in a new, distinctive way. I'm thrilled with these images made by our son. Enjoy. Please click on the photos to enlarge them.

Wings. Lovers. Contrail.

October 10: Sometimes real life is like a picture-postcard, in the best possible sense. Click to see larger.

October 14: Asymmetrical sunset.

Between the lines

Fronds