When I woke up this morning, the skies were grey, drizzly and, to be frank, downright miserable. If things didn’t clear up by evening, I was going to be forced to cheat and take a picture of a picture of a sunset, or get clever and take a picture of my son setting the table. (Get it?)
Thankfully, the sun eventually did come out around mid-afternoon and things started looking up (pun intended). I wasn’t out of the woods yet, though, because actually capturing a sunset is a whole other story. Would there be spectacular colour? Would I be in exactly the right place at the right time? Would a flock of birds suddenly rise from the trees and silhouette themselves against the brilliant glow of the sky as I stood poised to capture the moment?
In short, no, none of that happened. But I did manage to take this picture from my front steps after dinner. It’s not the most exciting sunset I have ever witnessed, but it was definitely better than the sink full of dishes that awaited me inside.
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