March 9, 1996

It was beautiful. It was a bit cold to really enjoy sitting and watching. I remember running outside a few times with the camera. I love the way the yellow flows like liquid through the sky.

This was a pretty evening. It was cold, but not too cold to be out watering the handfulls of wildflower seeds I'd tossed into the yard a few days before. The clouds blew into a soft, golden-grey tower above Mount Garfield and then got very wild-looking as the sun went down. After I took this photo the area at the base of the mountain began to glow. You can just see the beginnings of it here.

I didn't make any notes when I took this one. I think this was one of the evenings Leila (one of our dogs) called me outside. She likes to sit out about this time of evening, and likes company. Sometimes, if not for her, I would miss the sunset.