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