It seemed as if the sunset might be a pretty one the other day, so I went out into the foothills to watch it. It was colorful, but not as dramatic as I’d hoped. Some sunsets are what I call “sleepers.” The sun sets, the colors dim, the photographer packs up … and then Mother Nature catches a second wind and puts on an amazing show. This was not a sleeper sunset.
In the process of watching it, I thought to look behind me for some reason, in much the same way as I did on New Year’s Day. Once again, the scene to my back was even better than the scene I thought I wanted to photograph. The clouds looked like cotton candy, and the mountains had a soft, rosy glow. Late August is when I typically begin to notice summer’s overly harsh light softening, and this year has been no exception.
The scene below is one of my all-time favorites in the Sandias; I’ve taken innumerable photos from this particular meadow. I could hear thunder in the distance, but knew I had time to make it to the safety of my car if the storm moved closer. It never did, and I took shot after shot.
Late summer and early fall are my very favorite times of the year.
Fabulous!