Posts Tagged ‘sunsets’

Albuquerque sunset

Posted: March 6, 2020 in Travel
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From my hotel window several nights ago.

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for Six Word Saturday

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Some nights are more spectacular than others, this being one of them. I did take some shots with the Nikon, but I thought this iPhone photo came out rather well, too. The colors were just like this.

for Lens Artists Photo Challenge: Soft

Sunsets like this dwarf any man-made light show!

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For One Word Sunday at Travel with Intent

No, this isn’t some after-death experience post, so sorry if you came here expecting something different.  We’ve seen a lot of views in and from the Bighorn Mountains, but what do they look like seen from “down below?”  What’s the view I see on arrival that makes my heart beat a bit faster and my soul sigh with contentment?

We’ve gotten our books and groceries, so it time to head home.  Before we get to the Red Grade Road, let’s stop for a moment (no cars coming) and take a look at where we’re heading.  Be careful driving here just at dusk or at dawn.  There are deer everywhere and they can seriously damage your car/van/truck!

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It’s a much clearer view today than the day with all the smoke.  Do you recognize Black Tooth?  We’re almost back.


It’s another first Monday and we’re back at “Nature” as the theme for the Mobile Photography Challenge.  I can’t believe it’s already July!  Today I head back to Illinois from an amazing trip to California (and that’s not the California trip of the 60’s.)  On the first day, we drove up the Pacific Coast Highway.  When night approached, we were ready to stop for the night, but there were people sitting on the ridges, waiting for the sunset.  This photo is proof that they were right.  It was worth the stopping before we moved on to rest for the night.

A large drop of sun lingered on the horizon and then dripped over and was gone, and the sky was brilliant over the spot where it had gone, and a torn cloud, like a bloody rag, hung over the spot of its going. And dusk crept over the sky from the eastern horizon, and darkness crept over the land from the east.
John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath


The pale stars were sliding into their places. The whispering of the leaves was almost hushed. All about them it was still and shadowy and sweet. It was that wonderful moment when, for lack of a visible horizon, the not yet darkened world seems infinitely greater—a moment when anything can happen, anything be believed in.
Olivia Howard Dunbar, The Shell of Sense